Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Rubbish Cakes Is Not A Song Or Tv Show, It's About A Dream I Had Last Night
I was staying in a small hotel type place in a remote village somewhere with some male nerds. The hotel was run by the guy I have a thing for who works at the Mama House in Edinburgh, his name is Fabio, & there was a small cafe adjacent to the hotel similar to the Mama House. The nerds where doing some sort of convention or other. I kept getting the same cake over & over again (people didn't want, people gave me it, etc.,) when I got to the 5th one there was rubbish at the bottom of it, sweet wrappers & such. I complained & Fabio said he would sort it later (the place was quite busy at this point). So I rushed back to my room to get all glammed up & I made the nerds help me get into my lingerie & all that jazz. I woke up before Fabio got to apologise stare