have you embraced your inner toad recently, rifke?I had a dream about one of my coworkers, an older lesbian lady with a sam Donaldson haircut, neck wattle and rosacea, very unattractive. anyway, in my dream she came to work with her make up all done, bright fuschia lipstick and dark penciled in eyebrows, really gharish. I found out that day (in my dream) that she had liver cancer-- "stage 6, with polyps"-- and was dying. I realized then that she had worn the make up for the first time in her life because she had wanted to look pretty before she died. it struck me as very sad. I think i wont tell her my dream.
you're always tellin it like it is, babygirl. aint got time to have your head in the clouds, that's what I like bout you. ill talk a lil truth too: sometimes, babe, I get damn resentful that you're givin all your time to Clapton and here's me at home watching Truffaut movies on my own while my poor tired feet go unmassaged. you need to make more time for me, honeybunch, you get my drift?!RIFKE has never wanted anyone as much as she wants me. This is not a dream. This is just a FACT.
I'm here to be helpful, but only if she'll let me.
I've always known you are a feminine man and there it is your confession. Mister measure his own penis from Argentina.My girlfriend and I had switched our bodies. I had her body, she had my body... though I was myself and she was herself.
Anyway, in a strange way, it wasn't really a "this is my new body", but mostly a "this is her body, except that I am wearing it"... in the same way that I knew that the "owner" of the body she had was me.
So we were going out somewhere and I had to comb my hair (her hair) and I was very worried about making a mess... So I had to pay a lot of attention because I was not used to styling such a long hair, though I understood why it takes her such a long time.
I've always known you are a feminine man and there it is your confession. Mister measure his own penis from Argentina.