The PMS-danger is dead. Today I feel like a dove (& by that I don't mean that I feel like flying rat, I mean that I feel like I'm some peace creep). I feel nice & stuff. *HAPPYYELLOWRETARDSMILEY*.
How are you?
PMS-faran har trillat av pinn. Idag känner jag mig som en duva (& med det menar jag inte att jag känner mig som en vingbeklädd råttjävel, jag menar att jag känner mig som något slags fredskryp). Rar & sådär *GLADGULIGMONGOSMILEY*.
Hur mår du?
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I had a dream about you. It was, well, kind of fucked up.
M:
Me being curious, be wanna know!
Well, I just started reading your swedish blog as well as this one. And for some reason, I dreamt that me and my girlfriend ended up on a porn shoot. You were there. I guess you can guess the rest.
M:
Aaaah..! Hope it was a satisfying dream :)
Äh, everything was in a blur, confusing and generally fucked up. I mostly wonder how the fuck we ended up at a porn shoot in the first place. Efterfest gone wild, I guess.
M:
It's always the efterfester, I tell ya!
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