Ok, so I’m dreaming that I’m at my friend Becky’s house, and we’re having a party with some of my closer friends there. I get a little too tipsy, and go to bed. When I wake up the next morning, one of my closer guy friends is in bed with me on one side, and his girlfriend is on the other side of me. I look over, and she’s giving me a hickey; then I look down, and I see this trail of hickeys running down that one side. I turn over to my guy friend on the other side, wake him up, and say to him in a semi-irritated [but in a way I’m also reacting to the pleasure I’m feeling] voice, “Your girlfriend is giving me hickeys.” He gets the most shocked look on his face, and we both turn to her and realize she hasn’t woken up yet. I shake her a bit, and she looks at me, shocked to see what she did, then sheepishly says to him, “I thought she was you.” The funny part about this is that one of my friends hates hickeys and scratch marks.
I think you have to stop eating blowpops before going to bed.
::whap!:: I didn’t have any blopops, but thank you for reminding me of my fruitless effort to relieve my little oral fixation problem.
Blowpops are yummy. Especially the weird ones that turn your tongue black. I guess I’ll have a chance to excercise my oral fixation tonight. Now if only I could figure out what to wear.