Didn’t really get into a deep sleep but I was having dreams.

One – I still lived at the house in Alhambra but not with DJ and Gloria. I’m not sure who it was. Anyway, at about 1:30am I got a knock at my door and some chick was telling me that I had to do my part around the house because Mother’s Day was coming up and she didn’t want to be embarrassed.  So I said yeah, yeah and blew her off.  I had thought she was going to yell at me about my pot smoking ’cause I did it so everyone could see and didn’t really care.  Then I went to the refrigerator because I hadn’t been home in a while and wanted to make sure everything was still good.  In chalk there were instructions for everyone’s chores but somehow I never saw them except smeared.  In the refrigerator were several packages of hot dogs – all partially eaten – one with a note from DJ on it, a gallon milk carton with what I now suppose to be iced tea – it was clear brown in color.  I can’t remember anything else that was in there nor the exact sequence of events.  Erica called but I couldn’t talk to her very well because I was so stoned (2nd dream I’ve had in which I can’t do something simple because of pot – maybe I’m afraid of something.) and we talked about her girlfriends and how she can get someone to clean for her if she needed it (pertaining to me having to clean my house) ’cause she has so many adoring fans.  Then we got off the phone – oh but I remember while we were talking, I was in the living room and I turned on the tv and it was something like 3:24am – because of one of those fans.  Then I came out of my room and there were a bunch of really scuzzy, dirty, old men on the couch all watching television.  I was in something skimpy like a bikini or something and was talking to them like they were my buddies, though I did stay up in the dining room.  Then some guys closer to my age came over and were playing music for the old men who were tripping out on it.  The guys reminded me of the little guys I used to hang around with at Oak Ridge.

Two – my mother, Laura, and myself in a little car (though not my mom’s vehicle but she was driving) driving to a mall.  She said something about not having a lover so snidely I replied with, “What, are you born-again or something?”  Apparently she had been.  but then we were arguing about whether God was a man or a woman.  she kept saying that it was definitely a woman.  She, etc.  We got to this underground parking garage and had to find a way to get up to the mall.  There was an elevator but it looked shabby so I talked them into taking the stairs.  I was worried about going on the elevator ’cause I don’t like the damn things – they make me nervous.  So as we were walking, Laura met up with some chick and they started fooling around – Laura on her back and the one on top on her knees doing I’m-no-sure-what to her – while moving.  It ends up that the one on top is Merilu Henner (don’t ask me why) and she’s got her ass up in the air with her knees so far apart that I can clearly see her (how can I put this delicately?  I can’t – ) asshole.  I was like a target for me to zero in on.  I was totally hairless (maybe I’ve seen too many Penthouse issues) and brown – darker towards the center.  I was there very quickly licking with an incredible amount of saliva.  Then they stopped and I went for her (this is what works here) cunt.  Only thing was, I started to feel it – and not in the dream either.

I could feel it for real.  I wiggled my finger – or at least I think I did – and I felt more  So I proceeded to take my panties off one leg and masturbate.  I expected myself to be a lot wetter than I was – I thought the dream was going to whip me into an orgiastic frenzy – but I proceeded anyway.

I feel sorry for Laura.  Orgasms are nice to have and seem to complete the act.  Of course I wonder what will happen if Henry doesn’t give me orgasms.  (Yep, I’m confident we will have sex ‘cuase unless some other chick butts her way in, we will be together.)  Will I have to masturbate anyway?  Will I show him what he can do?  Why am I assuming that he won’t be able to?  I’ve assumed quite a few other incorrect things about him already.  That’s good, I like surprises.  He has had 9 IX nine years of experience.

I just want to break through and really get to know him.  I want him to tell me that I’m different and that he’s never felt this way about any other girl.  I don’t know if I can be patient much longer either.

My ear hurts a lot.  Why do I put myself through the torture [of piercing my ears with my own ear-piercing gun]?  I can’t sleep on my left side at all unless I prop pillows up just so.  And I know that after it heals, I’ll do another one and there’s no place to go but up.  The only problem with doing it myself is that they’re not very even.  Like the one I did before this one is up a wee-bit too high.  And the one I did before that one is too close to the one above it.  There was one I did so close I couldn’t get the back of the stud on so I had to take it out.  Wasted energy.  But the more I do it, the more nerve I’ll have and the better I’ll get, I hope.

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