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14/7/03 09:32 amGood things: opening your inbox to find nine emails.
Better things: opening your inbox to find all nine emails are fic reviews, and very flattering ones at that.
I had a dream lat night. I'd forgtten just how matter of fact my dreams are. It sounds like it ought to have been at least vaguely erotic (in retrospect, it sounds like some kind of porn movie), but no, not at all. I was a foreign woman, the girl with the accent from Mission impossible who's married to the bad guy (guess what I watched last night?), in the 1930s or 19040s. There's a bunch of us with Englsih WW2 troops in a Turkish bath, and we don't speak English, some of us are wearing bikinis, some aren't (I'll leave to to guess which category I fell into). I have no idea whether the mewn were wearing anything. Evenutally someone managed to get through to me that I was doing the baths in hte wrong order, but they were all next to each other anyway, so i just limbed over the wall into the next one. At this point I morphed into me and the other girls becames my friends from college. We ended up standing next to one of the pools, and Anria went around and kissed everyone on the cheek. After she gave me a peck on the cheek and vice-versa, she squeezed my breasts. It hurt :( The dream ended.
See, bizarre. Sounds like the setting for a porn movie, but as far as my dreamself was concerned, all perfectly mundane. I knew what the English guys were saying, but me dreamcharacter didn't, which was odd.
Too much playing on internet before bed, methinks. Summer holidays now! Sister at school, mum asleep, Harry at work... Dishwasher still broken. Oh the irony, most washing up we had for months, and the dishwasher breaks, blowing the fuses and interuptting my conversation with shink. So much washing up in the sink and plates drying in the sun.
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Better things: opening your inbox to find all nine emails are fic reviews, and very flattering ones at that.
I had a dream lat night. I'd forgtten just how matter of fact my dreams are. It sounds like it ought to have been at least vaguely erotic (in retrospect, it sounds like some kind of porn movie), but no, not at all. I was a foreign woman, the girl with the accent from Mission impossible who's married to the bad guy (guess what I watched last night?), in the 1930s or 19040s. There's a bunch of us with Englsih WW2 troops in a Turkish bath, and we don't speak English, some of us are wearing bikinis, some aren't (I'll leave to to guess which category I fell into). I have no idea whether the mewn were wearing anything. Evenutally someone managed to get through to me that I was doing the baths in hte wrong order, but they were all next to each other anyway, so i just limbed over the wall into the next one. At this point I morphed into me and the other girls becames my friends from college. We ended up standing next to one of the pools, and Anria went around and kissed everyone on the cheek. After she gave me a peck on the cheek and vice-versa, she squeezed my breasts. It hurt :( The dream ended.
See, bizarre. Sounds like the setting for a porn movie, but as far as my dreamself was concerned, all perfectly mundane. I knew what the English guys were saying, but me dreamcharacter didn't, which was odd.
Too much playing on internet before bed, methinks. Summer holidays now! Sister at school, mum asleep, Harry at work... Dishwasher still broken. Oh the irony, most washing up we had for months, and the dishwasher breaks, blowing the fuses and interuptting my conversation with shink. So much washing up in the sink and plates drying in the sun.
ttfn
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Date: 14/7/03 05:33 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 14/7/03 10:40 am (UTC)And trust me, 9 reviews is not a common occurance. might something to do with putting "Chapter the third: In which Hermione's clothes fall off" in the summary ^_^ What? They did!
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Date: 14/7/03 01:39 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 15/7/03 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 15/7/03 11:26 am (UTC)