The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXIV: Like Books & Black Lives, Albums Still Matter

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The brain is an amazing thing. Most of the times my dreams are just my brain doing its thing while I am drooling. Sometimes the brain gets down and takes care of business during sleepy time.

I am juggling multiple projects at work. Most of it is under control with a few details that have multiple solutions or no solutions at all. At 3am I wake up, wide awake. My tiny brain worked all night and came up with a seriously good answer to a complicated issue. Not just a solution, a kickass solution.

Thanks brain!!
 
The brain is an amazing thing. Most of the times my dreams are just my brain doing its thing while I am drooling. Sometimes the brain gets down and takes care of business during sleepy time.

I am juggling multiple projects at work. Most of it is under control with a few details that have multiple solutions or no solutions at all. At 3am I wake up, wide awake. My tiny brain worked all night and came up with a seriously good answer to a complicated issue. Not just a solution, a kickass solution.

Thanks brain!!

now that's very cool indeed!

i have a confession: i dreamt about you and neci and i last night... you looked exactly like your normal st pete avatar, not the one you;re hosting now - that might have been a touch too weird even for my brain!

the three of us were sat at a cafe table, drinking coffee and just chatting about everyday stuff... we were outdoors on a huge tarmac roof where there was the beginnings of a big lake. (don;t worry about the technicalities here).

anyway, we were drinking our coffees when some nondescript weedy smarmy person came over and decided we were some menage-a-trois, with neci lusting over you, and myself holding an undisclosed candle for neci in that friends-only hopeless kind of situation (as if i were a guy he was addressing). i was laughing inside about just how wrong he was about everything, and decided it must be lance

anyway, later on in the dream i decided to take this blue glazed amphora belonging to you that had been made by an artist as a one off and for which you'd paid a thousand pounds... i wanted to collect some water from this tarmac-roof lake for some reason - but i dropped it and it broke. i did confess to you in my dream, and offered to pay the money back but even then knew you could never get another the same.

i just wanted you to know i felt really bad about it in my dream, especially because of the silly reason for trying to use it. also, you kept it in a vintage doll's pram in neci's shed, a doll's pram all 3 of us were laying in (there were pieces of metal and construction tools under the thin mattress) at the time i confessed to you about it all.

just another usual night in dreamland :)
 
I am not surprised that you dream about me, Butt.

Many of the blurt grrls have moist, feverish fuck feelings for me bubbling just under the surface.


now that's very cool indeed!

i have a confession: i dreamt about you and neci and i last night... you looked exactly like your normal st pete avatar, not the one you;re hosting now - that might have been a touch too weird even for my brain!

the three of us were sat at a cafe table, drinking coffee and just chatting about everyday stuff... we were outdoors on a huge tarmac roof where there was the beginnings of a big lake. (don;t worry about the technicalities here).

anyway, we were drinking our coffees when some nondescript weedy smarmy person came over and decided we were some menage-a-trois, with neci lusting over you, and myself holding an undisclosed candle for neci in that friends-only hopeless kind of situation (as if i were a guy he was addressing). i was laughing inside about just how wrong he was about everything, and decided it must be lance

anyway, later on in the dream i decided to take this blue glazed amphora belonging to you that had been made by an artist as a one off and for which you'd paid a thousand pounds... i wanted to collect some water from this tarmac-roof lake for some reason - but i dropped it and it broke. i did confess to you in my dream, and offered to pay the money back but even then knew you could never get another the same.

i just wanted you to know i felt really bad about it in my dream, especially because of the silly reason for trying to use it. also, you kept it in a vintage doll's pram in neci's shed, a doll's pram all 3 of us were laying in (there were pieces of metal and construction tools under the thin mattress) at the time i confessed to you about it all.

just another usual night in dreamland :)
 
Not only that one gets to read the funniest things in the Blurt thread (now they're writing about how they dream about each other),
but then you have Lance trolling the thread and jumping right in the middle of it.

LMFAO!
 
now that's very cool indeed!

i have a confession: i dreamt about you and neci and i last night... you looked exactly like your normal st pete avatar, not the one you;re hosting now - that might have been a touch too weird even for my brain!

the three of us were sat at a cafe table, drinking coffee and just chatting about everyday stuff... we were outdoors on a huge tarmac roof where there was the beginnings of a big lake. (don;t worry about the technicalities here).

anyway, we were drinking our coffees when some nondescript weedy smarmy person came over and decided we were some menage-a-trois, with neci lusting over you, and myself holding an undisclosed candle for neci in that friends-only hopeless kind of situation (as if i were a guy he was addressing). i was laughing inside about just how wrong he was about everything, and decided it must be lance

anyway, later on in the dream i decided to take this blue glazed amphora belonging to you that had been made by an artist as a one off and for which you'd paid a thousand pounds... i wanted to collect some water from this tarmac-roof lake for some reason - but i dropped it and it broke. i did confess to you in my dream, and offered to pay the money back but even then knew you could never get another the same.

i just wanted you to know i felt really bad about it in my dream, especially because of the silly reason for trying to use it. also, you kept it in a vintage doll's pram in neci's shed, a doll's pram all 3 of us were laying in (there were pieces of metal and construction tools under the thin mattress) at the time i confessed to you about it all.

just another usual night in dreamland :)

:)

We will make neci cook for us and then we can have our way with her!

The blue glazed amphora? I always hated that thing.
 


It's not cold that will keep me off me bicycle this year. I'm prepared for and can deal with that. 'tis snow and ice that will keep me from venturing forth (and, no, thør, I am NOT buying a fat bike for 8 weeks worth of use each year !)


:) :)


 
its supposed to start this evening, but its like so dark out there

i just hope going to work isnt bad in the morning

I don't do well when it snows and I have to go to work. I don't mind it so much when I'm not going to leave the house anyway.
 
G and I have reached a good humoured impasse.

I am beyond ready to get rid of what's left of my uni notes and he thinks they should be kept. I don't see why ...and the wood burner is on:)

I have hysterical giggles because I think we have dealt with far bigger issues with more flexibility on both sides.

I think both of you have a point, but if he's that adamant about keeping them, tell him that he can always digitally transcribe or scan them to a disk or "The Cloud."

I vote for scanning. Keeps your flair intact. ;)


If this is the case, then there's already fetish porn for it, fortunately or unfortunately!

http://sexopicxxx.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/blonde-girl-fart-porn.jpg

*huff*
 
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