I N S O M N I A C | X.

I guess it was having to work during the Bridget Jones' Diary II movie (even though it was in the FIRST movie)

Or maybe it was the fact that the weather, until yesterday, was dreary, rainy, and cold.

Maybe it was my need for escapism from the drab existence I call life.

For whatever reason...I've been listening to "It's Raining Men" (both the original by the weather girls and the cover by Geri Halliwell) nonstop...(may be there's a correlation with my *issue* (see below).

When I press play, I instantly imagine myself in this group of people in pseudo-80's clothes, bad hair, following Geri Halliwell and dancing in the street in the rain, with Kris and Mahar as back up singers ("The Melody's rising...").

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Ok, this whole *accidental* celibacy is starting to take its toll on me. The other day, we were studying Hildegaard in class, and some of the excerpts contained the word "penetration" about five times. As my mind drifted away, All Day Long I Dream About Sex (whatever that JC Chasez song is), I started of daydreaming of sex in various parts of the German House. I even imagined an *imaginary shelf* in the shower, among other things (hee hee)...I have been having these sex fantasies more frequently during class and even last few nights when I do sleep (I usually sleep too little to dream, btw). All the various and nontraditonal ways/methods/people/places reminds me of Ashlee's song...

you make me wanna
lala lalala lalala lalalalala.


I think I'm going to have to end the dry spell--very soon, indeed.