Lilho, can you give me a discounted haircut? I really want to go to get one but I'm to poor with the paper money at the moment. Any other hair treating (e:)::::stripers want to help me out?

I've been reading Bakhtin's writing on medieval laughter and the carnival all day. Scroll down to "The Grotesque Body" and you should get the gist of Bakhtin's theory.
I fell asleep after finishing the reading and here is the dream I had. It's not a particularly spectacular dream as it obviously stems from my real life's everyday events.
I was in my house, Caroline, the chair of my thesis committee was over visiting. For some reason I peed in my pants so I went to the bathroom and took off my pants. While in the bathroom I forgot I had a visitor and because my pants were already off I thought, Ah hell, I may as well masturbate. So I went out into the living room and positioned myself in a chair in front of a mirror in the wall. I then put my feet up on the wall and preceded to masturbate by use of a vibrator and dildo. I orgasmed once then started up again this time I lifted the vibrator off my clit and just went at it with the dildo. When I climaxed gushes of milky liquid came out of my slit. Then i went to get dressed. While in my bedroom Caroline called out "Robin, I'm going to go outside." that's when I realized that Caroline was in the kitchen while I was pleasuring myself. The kitchen has no door so the living room is unavoidable from there.

So... the dream went on to me embarrassing my Mama with the people at church somehow and I forgot about it until she reminded me by telling the story in front of a relative. Making me feel guilty that something important to my mom was trivial to me.


OK, I'm going to go put together my thesis writing.
please enjoy the bukowski poem.

This morning I woke up at 8am from a creepy dream. Here is how it went...
I was babysitting 4 preschool aged children in an apartment in a sky rise building. One of the kids was Kiah, my niece. The kids were driving me nuts because...well... kids are so energetic and I couldn't smoke in the apartment. Some other old person was there with me, a cousin or something. I finally got completely fed up and said, "ok, we are going outside. I have to smoke" So we all headed for the elevators. I had to run back into the apartment to change the laundry so the kids went on downstairs with the cousin. I put the laundry in the dryer and took the elevator down to the lobby. In the lobby my niece was standing next to a bosomy, middle-aged black woman. The woman was smiling going on about what a little sweetheart, Kiah is.
I was surprised to see Kiah standing with strangers but the strangers were nice so I was relieved. I called Kiah back onto the elevator and went to the recreation level were the deck was, to see if I could find everyone else. We found my cousin and two of the other children but a little boy named Jason was missing. I was angry that the cousin lost jason. I left the children with the cousin and went with my aunt outside to find Jason.
We looked but didn't see him anywhere. We went back inside the sky rise by means of some weird horizontal elevator that goes through the lobby and then up. While we went through the lobby I opened the door to look for Jason. At first, no Jason but then I saw a little boy standing, in the distance, by a plant. I started screaming out, Jason, Jason and he ran over to the elevator, smiling and happy(relieved). I grabbed him in my arms and we continued on the elevator back to the recreation level.
I asked him, "Jason, where were you?" and he didn't say anything. I said "You need to tell me, I have to take care of you" and he said he didn't want to say. I sensed something was wrong and asked"Who were you with, a man or a woman?" He ignored that question but said "They banged my head into a pillow and it burned down there(he points to his genitals) and got all brown."




Ok so that's when I woke up from this dream. I was laying there forever think of what to do. Call the police first or take him to the hospital?
I guess if this were a real situation I would go get the rest of the kids. Go to the hospital and call the police from there. Have them check the security camera's in the sky rise and find out where the child molester lives.
It's frustrating to have bad dreams that end before any real conclusion. It's good I found the little boy but it's scary to think of what happened to him and how it was to late for me to protect him.

Looks like c-ney is coming to buffalo. I haven't seen her since the summer in GA. This should be fun. I think I've lost my mind but we are sure to make some great videos.

wish me luck.