I watched the latest episode of "Secret Diary of a Call Girl"; as usual, Billie Piper cheered my soul.
I'm tired of reading, but I can't sleep. And I'm having obscene thoughts about someone I shouldn't. I mean...this guy is just someone who I would never tell my friends I was crushing on. Well...maybe Mollie, and Mark if he asked, but maybe not.
Speaking of disturbing erotic visions...enough time has passed that I can talk about my secret shame! About a year ago, I had a hot dream about Kiefer. I know. But it's true. I woke up happy too...only to realize in horror what my brain had conjured. I wanted to rinse my brain out with acid. This new guy isn't as bad as that; at least this one is human on some level. It's just perverse.
Oh well. A little naughty fantasy life never hurt anyone.