I recently started another blog to chronicle the nice, self-improving side of me. However, some posts just don't fit over there. That's more the hey-here-is-what-I'm-doing-to-be-a-better-person blog. I also need an oops-I-got-drunk-and-went-on-the-internet blog.
You have found my dirty alter ego.
So, I was just reading The Sassy Curmudgeon's blog and she had a picture of Prince on one of her old posts and I immediately started to giggle. I used to have sex dreams about Prince. I would have commented on her blog about that but I just couldn't do it as Good Me. That photograph of Prince, naked and covering his nipple, was the ultimate catalyst to this blog's inception.
Anyway. In my dream, I was a school teacher and Prince walked into my classroom, prompting me to turn into a lusty freak. I yelled to the children, "run! Run!" as I began to tear off my clothes. The dream didn't go much further than that, not that I remember, but looking back I am both amused and embarrassed. I was only 12. Blame it on the porn I found at a ripe, young age.
I just needed to get that out. Back to your regular programming.
