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14 February 2003 @ 08:24 am
Dunno what, exactly, to think  
I woke this morning clutching my cell - a throwback to the bad days when my father was dying, no doubt.

Got another call in the middle of the night at some indeterminant oh-dark-thirty time. Not that I mind terribly as I find this person very intriguing, but I'm certainly not at my best when waken from a dead sleep *sigh* Unless it's an emergency, of course.

Not quite sure what to think of the repetetive questioning... How can you really think about someone, esp. in specific ways, if you barely know them? Dunno, maybe some people do, but I've never been a 'fantasize 'bout people I don't know' kinda gal. The person on the inside is far more important than whether they are surpassingly handsome. Why would someone want to know my fantasies anyways? Have to think on this whole thing.

-the redhead-
Musings from the CZ unitcz_unit on February 14th, 2003 04:34 pm (UTC)
Same questions over and over again? Hm. That is odd.

Perhaps your floors need sanding? My new fantasy is to have a woman in a french-maid outfit sand my floors.

staining comes the following week.

-the redhead-theredhead on February 14th, 2003 07:12 pm (UTC)
Whist I can certian sand and finiosh a wood floor, doing so in a french maid's outfit would be... difficult. Not to mention messy ;)

-the redhead-