A Henry Rollins threesome? Yes, please!

So, in the wee hours of the night/morning, whilst satiatedly wrapped around a virile hunk of man (heretofore known as the Bed Warmer) I had a dream that I was in a love triangle. One of my suitors was the Bed Warmer, and the other was Henry Rollins. They each gave me a ring and pledged their undying love and commitment. I said I needed some time to decide which one to choose (it occurs to me now that no one said I had to necessarily choose one or the other). After all, I know the Bed Warmer and deeply enjoy his presence. And Henry Rollins, aside from the fact that he is, obviously, Henry Rollins, well, I don’t know him very well, do I?

And there the dream ended, at which point I woke up and proceeded to ride the Bed Warmer off into the sunrise.

As an aside, for those of you who may have been following along at home, several months back I wrote about trying to escape a dying relationship that was driving me motherfucking inssaaaane. Well, if you couldn’t tell, I did manage to extract myself, but had to continue living with the guy for two months after that. And it got bad. And then it got better. And then it got real bad. And then it got a little better.  And then I found myself a super swingin’ bachelor pad and moved the fuck out.

And so, life is awesome.

Drunk: Not yet. The tequila will start flowing as I make lunch.
Hearing: Classic rock from the other room. The goddamned Fun Time clock tick-tick-ticking it’s bastardly heart out.
Drinking: Coffee.
Smoking: Nothing at the moment, but now seems like a good time for a cigarette break.

~ by malfunctioningmartha on April 5, 2009.