Holy Shit! I had a sudden burst of insight the other day as I crawled out of bed while considering the dream I had just had. I am SO married that I'm married in my dreams. How fucked up is that? I can't escape being married even in my fantasies. "I'm sorry, super-hot imaginary nympho of my dreams. I have a wife." 
It'll be 13 years of wedded...bliss come the Winter Solstice in December. That's a fucking long time. I'm surprised one of us hasn't tried to take the other one out yet. Til death do us part, right? Nah, she's more skilled in disposing of corpses but I'm as dense as an ox and hard to hurt. I guess we're stuck with each other.
Well, with school started up we only get to see each other a few times a week for any extended periods of time. And absence does make the heart grow fonder and some shit like that. Now if only she'd quit creeping over on to my side of the bed while we sleep.
It'll be 13 years of wedded...bliss come the Winter Solstice in December. That's a fucking long time. I'm surprised one of us hasn't tried to take the other one out yet. Til death do us part, right? Nah, she's more skilled in disposing of corpses but I'm as dense as an ox and hard to hurt. I guess we're stuck with each other.
Well, with school started up we only get to see each other a few times a week for any extended periods of time. And absence does make the heart grow fonder and some shit like that. Now if only she'd quit creeping over on to my side of the bed while we sleep.
timber_:
i'm always skinny in my dreams, lol...