Tis a strange thing. Dreaming of Tim. A guy about 5 or 6 years my senior. A guy I don't really know. These arent sex-dreams, mind you. Just dreams in which he is the main focus. Even when the dream is like a story with no plot. I see his face when I close my eyes. Oh, well. I'd rather be dreaming of Tim than... oh, say, Nick. That freak heroin addict that my biological mother lived/slept with. Now he was a genuine creepazoid. I'm hungry so I'll go get some food if the bell doesnt ring......