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Last night, I had a sex dream about Jon Walker. This is the first dream I've ever had about someone I don't know in real life, I think! It was kind of the best ever. Brendon Urie was there, too, and I think that possibly I was Ryan Ross, because my internal monologue kind of sounded like him. (What? I know. It was weird. I don't think he and I are very similar people, generally speaking. Also, I didn't have a cock.)
Spencer was not there, because he was out dealing with the "plot" of the dream, which I think involved crime, and maybe we had to sneak into a cemetary, or something? Flowers were somehow involved? Anyway, the relevant part of this dream involved me feeling up JWalk through his pants on a hotel bed, and then Brendon walked in, and oh my god, not to get graphic but it was really fucking hot.
Given the unsolicited hotness of this whole event, I feel kind of bad nitpicking about its content, but... seriously, brain, why couldn't there have been Patrick? Or Frank? Where were they? And why don't I ever have dreams about Callum Keith Rennie, or Kara Thrace, or any of the other people and/or characters I am ridiculously attracted to? Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure girl!Patrick was actually in the dream, just not in the sex part. She had daisies in her hair, and she was wearing a tank-top, because it was summer. Come on, subconscious! You totally should have tapped that.
In less TMI news, today was lovely in the city, warm enough that I took off my sweatshirt and went down to the lake they call Michigan to stand with my feet in the water. Some guy told me to smile, and I flipped him off, and then felt really good about it. Men of Chicago: if I'm not smiling, I probably want you to get the fuck out of my business.
Spencer was not there, because he was out dealing with the "plot" of the dream, which I think involved crime, and maybe we had to sneak into a cemetary, or something? Flowers were somehow involved? Anyway, the relevant part of this dream involved me feeling up JWalk through his pants on a hotel bed, and then Brendon walked in, and oh my god, not to get graphic but it was really fucking hot.
Given the unsolicited hotness of this whole event, I feel kind of bad nitpicking about its content, but... seriously, brain, why couldn't there have been Patrick? Or Frank? Where were they? And why don't I ever have dreams about Callum Keith Rennie, or Kara Thrace, or any of the other people and/or characters I am ridiculously attracted to? Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure girl!Patrick was actually in the dream, just not in the sex part. She had daisies in her hair, and she was wearing a tank-top, because it was summer. Come on, subconscious! You totally should have tapped that.
In less TMI news, today was lovely in the city, warm enough that I took off my sweatshirt and went down to the lake they call Michigan to stand with my feet in the water. Some guy told me to smile, and I flipped him off, and then felt really good about it. Men of Chicago: if I'm not smiling, I probably want you to get the fuck out of my business.
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But yeah, I think John Walker is the only member of P!ATD that I wouldn't feel all creepy about sexxing up.
And fuck that guy. *supports the flipping off*
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It's weird, he's not the one I'm most inclined to think of as hot? But I think he's the one I'd be most likely to actually hook up with, and not feel uncomfortable about it.
Seriously.
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Hope you're feeling better about 42 (that it: life, the universe, and everything)
We should hang out. I should give you your DVDs back.
Your dream sounds awesome, where can I get one?
I hear it's going up into the 70s this weekend - Spring has sprung huzzah!
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We should totally hang out.
I don't KNOW, because if I did, I would request some more. Seriously, sex dreams freaking RULE. I was always so pissed off in sex ed when the teacher would be all, "girls, you start to bleed from your vagina and you'll need to wear deodorant and shave your legs and wear bras. But boys have it tough too! They have WET DREAMS!" Because, I mean, come ON. Washing the sheets must be kind of annoying, but beyond that, sign me up.
yayyyyy spring.