I awoke this morning to thoughts of unadulterated sex. This was really bad because I am all alone in this stinking apartment until tomorrow night. I had no one to take my mind off my dreams. Have friendly, non-sexual conversation with...
Fortunately, I was all alone in this wonderful apartment with internet access and proceeded to read erotica as breakfast. Eventually I did eat some breakfast and then watched some TV and forgot all about my dreams. Until Smallville came on and there were some sexy scenes with Superman's manly exposed chest. Yum. So, now here I am back at the computer. Telling the world that I read porn this morning. Yes, you can read porn. And not the smutty kind - the romantic, sensual kind that can still be scorching. There was one story with an ice cube and a hotel hallway - very inventive. I saved it. I'm sure I'll read it again when I have terriblly evil dreams.
But writing this definitely gets rid of my thoughts. Something like embarassment. And I'm glad Nina and I are going to see a serious movie tonight. Actually, we're seeing Hotel Rwanda. And writing a critique won't be so hard because they have subtitles. God love long words in foreign languages! No dubbing!