I dreamt that I kissed a stranger yesternight.

Don't remember what he looked like, except that he wore spectacles. He was sitting down, so I don't know how tall(or how short) he was. All I know is that I woke up, saying, "No, I'm not gonna french-kiss you."
There's something very wrong.

Maybe it's because I'm surrounded by loads of happy, blissful people these days. Two weddings, 2 lunch receptions and a dinner invitation from my cousins who are either married or attached.And A and K. For the record, I'm not jealous...so I DO have the odd encounter with the green-eyed monster ocassionally, but that only happens when I'm pre or postmenstrual.

I'm starting to wonder how it's gonna feel like to be kissed by someone you're really, really intensely attracted to.

In fact, sometimes I feel like grabbing the nearest hottie and snog his gob off.

In fact, people shouldn't be reading this at all. ;p