I Don’t Want a Stupid Title

I had a dream last night in which I was watching a Lakers game, and I found it really exciting.  So, for a split second, I guess you could say I understood team sports and why the hell people want to watch them.  Now, the dream makes no sense to me, whatsoever.  I remember thinking that Kobe was a genius (you know, as a player), when, in reality, I think he is probably a rapist and I wish his hot wife would dump his ass.  God, this blog is reminding me why I hate sports so much.

what would you rather do if forced?  make out with yourself, or have sex with yourself?  i almost have to go with the sex…making out is just too up close and personal.  especially if i could strap one on and do myself like that.  there would be very limited physical contact that way.  i would flip myself over and take myself from behind. i think i would maybe give me some GHB first to ease both our minds, and just try and have fun with it.

p.s. oh god, why do i think about this stuff???