So,
lupabitch... how about if you tell me why I was dreaming about you bringing a small packet of joints to my very large 9th-floor hotel room (what hotel, I dunno; one over a cityscape that looked like a postcard, though) that seemed to be doing double duty as one of those penthouse tavern/restaurants, with a big glass and brass contraption in the middle, absolutely carpeted in bottles of variously coloured liquids, that lesser men might call a bar; and for some reason quietly hiding them away and suggesting that you and I sneak back downstairs so as not to get caught when it transpired that my ex was holed up in the bedroom with the door closed smoking something else (I smelled nothing; you didn't identify it for me, but you could smell it. Lupine senses I guess ;) ).
I have the wackiest dreams around 10-11 AM...
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I have the wackiest dreams around 10-11 AM...
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Date: Feb. 29th, 2008 08:11 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: Feb. 29th, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)From:You sneaky ;)
(oops, sorry about the anon comment)
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Date: Feb. 29th, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)From: