but that's beside the point... ultimately, it's the brain that craves more stimulation than can be had within (even an infinite imagination gets hungry for some new meat... or greens... or curious, even... and sometimes i am curious yellow, ya falla?... fella?... ah, innocent love child sharing splendor in the grass with my freely sexual sweet swedish girlfriend, but parenthetic asides aside), the point is enjoying the minds of some others like mila or milla or craig in this world (or beyond this atmosphere) and even if they are only available on tv (or through other recorded media) at 2am or later (cuz who hasn't been wide awake at 4am without a soul in sight just hanging on the hope that the kids are alright, ya know), i simply do it (stay awake, stay awake, tonight, tonight, won't be like any night fever night fever yeah yeah yeah yeah) and i don't mean masturbate to eye candy, though that would be an olympic event for many we've never heard of (unlike the perennial hot dog eating contest winner), but all i want to do is have some fun and tonight i am hoping ingrid puts on a good sing or two... unfortunately it was one of her popier tunes and worse, the dvr screwed up and cut the song off and jumped to a segment of comedy or something like that with the usual double entendres... yes, brain food, that's why i give up sleep... and you know, kids wait up...
anyway, i didn't expect the mini-skirt, but who's complaining?...
narf :)
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