Last night I dreamt of setting myself on fire, it being okay. This is probably due to my current reading, "Telling Tales," which is a compilation of authors' (those who wanted to contribute to the book, whose profits all go to an HIV fund in Africa, including Woody Allen, Hanif Kureishi, Claudio Magris, and Salman Rushie) best works. Specifically I was reading Rushie's "The Firebird's Nest" when the subject of 'female combustibility' came up, in a rather sarcastic way too. "They just burn too easily, what's to be done about it? Turn your back and they're alight." It made me laugh, how this story went on and on about fiery women and rainmaker men. In the end, the woman comes out on top. Naturally. ;]

This afternoon a beautiful boy who looked a lot like Andy from Brady Sails walked past the building where I work and I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since, hah. At the cost of sounding like an idiot, I'll say that I have a tendency to fall in love with people I don't even know. I will see someone on the street and instantly create these elaborate stories about them and their lives in my head and sometimes I'll take it so far to the point that I'll begin to question the validity of my stories, almost as if I wanted them to be true, they could be. Not sounding as strange, I think I do this to make my life somewhat exciting, as nothing ever happens, especially at work.


He looked like this and I'm still curious as to why he kept pacing the span of the building. I'm thinking maybe it wasn't so much pacing as it was looking for something, maybe someone? I'm secretly hoping he'll come back, maybe even be so inclined to take a step into the open door of the building and ask why there are so many wild children running around and no one stopping them.

Every year around this time I start thinking about who I would like to have as my certain kind of "postal valentine," as I'd like to call it. There's not much to explain because the name says it all, it's a "sweetheart" who, if different circumstances and distance were not an issue, I would like to be with on Valentine's day. We'll mail each other what ever we feel is appropriate and the idea behind it is knowing that someone is thinking about you and would like to be with you, whether romantically or not, that's not important. I've had postal valentines from as far as England to as close as San Francisco. There's so many people I wish could be here with me on Valentine's day, or any day really, but can't be, so I'm not sure what I'll do this year.

Tomorrow I am going to go see "Teeth." Basic storyline: Girl dealing with her Vagina Dentata, in other words, "vaginal teeth." The trailer looks laughable, reviews claim otherwise, I will have a full critique tomorrow night.