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I'm screwed, I'm gonna fail.
I know it's very un-Zen of me to say that, but I am. I sat down to write the essays today and wrote the first one and then got tired and went to bed.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

Serra, I have seen someone sit in Dave's lap, but it was Crissy so I don't think it'd count. Plus, she's very wee. I wouldn't sit in Dave's lap if he begged me too (ooh, there's an image), and break those pretty white gams of his, for the world.

I did have a dream once. A very sexy dream. I was at a party, and Dave was in my lap, and he was scooching around. I said, "You'd better stop doing that if you don't want something to happen that I don't think you want to happen." But he ignored me, the little devil, and kept scooching around ever-so-fetchingly, and, well, yeah. {g} Homina.

All this lap imagery seems so silly now that I know I'm going to fail anthropology. (Please ignore me, as you have seen I always get like this before a test, but I am going to fail this one.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:53 PM | shower me with attention