Saving my face :D

My morning ‘awakenings’ at pale twilight were appointed as“dramatic-oneiric fights with a lampion”

Because of the given Circumstances-groaning, cursing, railing, and orange light of the lamp next to my bed.

Today’s edition of that particular fight resembled ragged war. Good half an hour in a 5 minute cycles. Worse than interrupted intercourse. From what I remember, foggy however. Whatever. What was I talking about, oh yeah….

To work I got in a quite tolerable state. As a standard rule, I pigged on a chocolate to start the day.

I set up a coffee date, Moroccan or Szechuan, I don’t remember. Next week.
I make my own food, I still clean. I know. Weird.

Aside of that- I contemplate about myself, seriously and deeply. For, because, an acquaintance of mine educated me, that those blow up animals in the sex shop we went to aren’t really latex embody of zoofil’s sexual fantasies, oh no. As a matter of fact, the blow up miracles I am writing about, are sweet and innocent gifts, they even say: ‘I Love You”.

Hmm, my apologies,I think I was blinded by inherited pan-sexual-ism. I think, not sure yet ;)

Recently (with one ear!) I was listening to the music played by the boys across the window, some lady, distress-fully was singing:
‘Sit on my face, oh sit on my face’ whoooooo, not bad ;> I thought, and even checked the database to see what it was.
And said that, oh did I check: ‘I would give everything just for a taste. Losing my memory, saving my face, oh saving my face’...

It’s called something, but again, I am not very sure ;)