because, you know, only I could ever have the most blue-balled wet dream ever created. i can't even get some in my dreams. the whole dream was myself in pursuit of fornication. that's all. i mean, i planned everything... from underwear to my perfume to my lip gloss to the words i said to the way i stood... now i think i finally understand how the majority of the female population lives their lives. ::cough:: yes, i am a hater.

anyway, the dream blew... ahem... because i didn't come up with anything. and i went after anything that had the aura of "penis."

yes. i just wanted to announce to the 20 or so of you who read this that i am extremely frustrated... so much so that even freud would simply wave his hand in the air and tell me to go buy a vibrator without even entertaining the latent meanings of my dreams. and you know what? i'm not afraid to admit it.

while i am aware that this post leaves me open to jokes and smart remarks and retarded "i'll defrustrate you" propositions... screw you all. this is my page and i'm not going to edit out things that might make me look bad.

maybe tonight's adventures will provide a way for me to alleviate some of this pain. let us keepeth the fingers crossethed.