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The other night I dreamed about some random guy that I didn't even really like suddenly kissing me and me surprising him because I wanted more than just a chaste kiss. Bloody hell it's been more than two years since the first--and last--time I made out. The most action I've got since then is random and completely playful pokes, slaps, and gropes courtesy my adorable friends. Oh, and let's not forget how popular it is to bury feet under my thighs (as they are very warm????) and then make me spaz out because toes are being wiggled.
Also, last night, I dreamed I was watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. However, this version was very slash-centric and not very PG13 at all. Slightly weirded out because I didn't expect to dream about a totally sexed up version of the Remus and Sirius together in the Shrieking Shack scene even if I did want to. I scared myself awake and then spent the next few minutes going, "No, I didn't mean to wake up, really! Take me back!"
For all this apparantly pent up sexual frustration I have absolutely no urge to get off. This is weird.

Fin.