in a boratty reverie

dreamt that sacha baron-cohen had a crush on me and stroked my cheek very tenderly. how he loved me then! but when i went to find him for a little huggin' and a'kissin' he disappeared.

just posted an ad on craigslist to sell some furniture of mine since moving time is nigh. and i have too many things. but this sacha bc stuff is in my head. and i am getting irritated with my lack of initiative in the romance dept. and yes, there's that online dating shizz but i don't think i can go that route again right now. and so what should i do? my therapist has suggested joining a bridge club. my sister says to join a group like moveon. neither totally appeals. pops says to be more flexible in what i seek. mummy no longer says much at all since she might be l'il bit scared of my sometimes defensive temper.

and meantime i got a stomach ache. oh, to have someone who'd make me chicken soup.