i dreamt about mr wonderful last nite. i refuse to say his name. it makes me feel paranoid. kind of.
he was in my room. making some sort of art project. and i walked in. and he looked up at me and just gave me one of those cold glances that he usually does.
i sat down next to where he was kneeling. i said hey to him. he asked me if i could do him a favor. so i said yes. and he asked me to get him a golf club. and i was like what? and he repeated himself five or six times. i went off in search of one. and in my living room were rows and rows of golf clubs. so i picked one and brought it back to him. and he laughed at me.
he took the golf club and set it aside. i sat down on the bed confuzed. he sat down next to me. and he leaned in and kissed me. supersexypunkrokhighskoolgod kiss.
