  I'm not sure which is worse - having a dream about your ex-boyfriend masturbating and spraying the juice of his labour all over the bed and you and your sister, or having another dream immediately afterward about said ex-boyfriend as Homer Simpson who is placated when a chocolate bar is procured for him from a vending machine. Actually, I am sure which is worse. What I'm not sure about is why on earth I feel the need to post this on my blog. &nbsp; There's an innocence and absence of responsibility when it comes to dreams, I've decided. Ex-boyfriend, jism, and sister are merely symbols for unrelated ideas that happened to manifest (rather unfortunately) in a perverted dream, but that doesn't mean I think about things like that, any more than I think about Cuzzy being Homer and wanting some chocolate.
Most likely I'm worried that my sister is in some kind of sticky situation and that Cuzzy doesn't always behave in ways that I approve of; and that Cuzzy sometimes wants something sweet and I sometimes know how to give it to him. Or Homer. That's my interpretation. &nbsp; How Freudian. &nbsp; How are you today? Do you Yahoo!? urlLink Yahoo! Mail - 50x more storage than other providers! 
