last night, i had a nice sex dream. it was only the second time in my life that i actually achieved penetration, though. it was pretty damn cool. i'd certainly like to have more dreams like that in the future. i think the girl was k2, but in my hazy memory, i can't be sure. but either way, i enjoyed it a lot. unfortunately, though, i didn't get to finish. (if i did, would i have achieved a wet dream? i've never had a wet dream in my life.) and then, i woke up, and i realized, "hey, i'm single. drat."
i've always wondered what it would be like if my gf gave me a blowjob while i was still sleeping. would that sexual act translate to me having a dream of getting a bj? if so, what would happen if i dreamt that some *other* girl was doing it? it would suck if i called out the other girl's name, and the current girl got pissed off and bit my schlong's head off. *shivers*
one time, after having had sex, my gf immediately asked me about a friend of mine. i got very suspicious, like she was thinking about my friend while we were romping. that sucked. i didn't pry or anything, but deep down, i was sort of fuming inside. *RAAR*
so my toe is getting a teeny bit better day by day. it's only been 4 days since the bite. a scab forms overnight (i sleep without a bandaid on), but the past 2 days, it's melted by the time i get off work. the first day, i had antibacterial ointment and a bandaid. the second day, i had just a bandaid. so today, i'm just wearing socks with no bandaid. we'll see what happens after today. if the scab keeps melting, then i might have to wear slippers of flip-flops to work. the "melted" scab part looks like a piece of fat or muscle poking through the wound. ewww.
foot injuries are serious things. feet are the foundations of our bodies; without them, we can't ambulate. if you want to knock someone down or immobilize them in a gun fight, just shoot them in the foot, that's what i say. hehe. when i used to play mechwarrior (old school!), i used to aim for the enemy's leg. can't fight when you can't stand up!
i had lunch with nelson today (basketball day, and i can't play). we were supposed to banjara (haven't been there in at least 3 years), but when we got there, the place had been demolished! it used to be in sunnyvale town and country, but they're tearing that place down. sigh. banjara has awesome chicken makhani (butter chicken), and they make fresh naan as well. that's too bad. i shall miss that place. once, i saw an indian woman there eating with her hands, and her hand was entirely covered in orange goop. that kind of grossed me out.
so drat. i was all ready to wash my hands of _the real world_ last night, but next week, there's the reunion show. i'll have to watch that as well. man, dunbar is such an asshole. i have never seen anybody with such anger management issues. oh well, his girlfriend is doing to dump his ass (i hope she does), and it's his own fault for not having self-control. he's the least likeable character of the bunch.
i wonder how invasive the cameras are in reality shows. i mean, they really get in close on the people. like, you're having an intimate moment or conversation with someone, and BAM! the camera's right there! i'd feel pretty self-conscious, i think. i mean, in _the real world_, they even go in the bathroom and stuff, when the people are taking showers! (the midsections of the glass walls are frosted over so you can't see the naked bits. boo hoo.)
last night, i went over to grace's after work, and she fried me up some of her mom's taiwanese-style turnip cake. it was pretty good. i took home a whole tupperware full of the stuff, so that's what i'm going to have for dinner tonight. thanks, grace's mom! while i was there, john and i also bought 4 $80 tickets to the mavericks/warriors game on 3/30. i'm excited! the seats are in the corner and on the upper deck, and they're on the very first row. i hope we get a good view, as i've never been to oracle arena before.
on skinny girls, i think a B-cup is just fine and dandy. any bigger, and it starts to get a little lara croft-ish. unnatural. a couple of my ex's have been 32B's, and they were perfect. ah, boobs. gotta love them. what i don't understand is how some women have those 50-inch boobs. you know, like the freakazoid breasts that are as big as watermelons, literally. why? not only are they out of this world, how unwieldy and ridiculous do they look? and who would find that sexy? i just don't get it.
ok, i just checked my toe, and the scab is still there. so i think no-bandaid and lots of off-shoe airing is the key. trust me, you don't want to see the melted-scab fat blob. it's supergross. i still don't know if i need surgery to remove it, though, or whether once it scabs over for a week it'll just fall off by itself.
greg sent out this evite to go see cadavers this weekend. i declined; i have already seen one plastination exhibit with adam and rae a while back. it was neat, but very spooky, once you know that these things used to be real people. one exhibit showed cross-sections of a human body from head to toe, and that was the most disturbing. you could imagine them sawing up a person in slices, just like that horse scene from _the cell_. *shivers*
ok, that's it for me today. gonna wrap up my workday and go home and eat turnip cake!