| 9:35a |
Ugh. I am so not in a good mood. Dreams of pregnancy (not mine, but there all the same) drive me to frustration in this sort of event.
So, from what I can remember, the main character (if you've seen Sylphiel in Slayers, you know something of what she looked like, only somewhat more ragged and haggard than that) was pregnant. Not terribly so, she didn't look THAT far along or anything, but definately noticable. Didn't affect her movement much.
Anyway, so she's bopping around in a daze about this hospital, and she keeps getting sent to various places. Stuff happens and she's sent to this one lady, who is like "blah blah blah stuff!" and goes on a mission to find the father -- after the two of them have sex multiple times with multiple people. Did I mention that this was almost as badly written as a porno? And equally horny? Yeah. Was terribly disgusting.
Anyway, so la la la, things are happening, and we're looking for the father. While the lady is boinking another lady (with her clothes on and just ripped to make way for the first lady's penis Oo;;), the Sylphielic girl points to the being-boinked lady and the other lady stops and goes "... don't tell me THIS..." and the main girl nods. So then the boinking-lady pulls off the boinked-lady (whose penis is also rather high o//O;;) and the boinked-lady is like "Oo" at the look the Sylphielic lady is giving her, and is like "Oh no, not now, my hole is rather sore, give it a minute" and the Sylphielic lady
-- let me mention that this is where the dream switches from third-person to first-person X______x;;
-- starts lightly rubbing the head of the penis beneath the boinked-lady's dress, who is now moaning through pleasure at the light touches... eh. Yeah.
So the boinked-lady is like "is it alright? Will it hurt him (the baby)?" and the Sylphielic girl shakes her head and smiles.
Cut-scene, still in first person (thank GOD we skipped at least ONE disgusting display xX;) and the Sylphielic lady and her new "husband" (still visibly boobed but dressed more in white dress shirt and slacks and the whole "family man" routine) are sitting in my living room sorting their popsicle-children (yes, she gave birth to popsicles. Not the ones with sticks, but like... Beaver Pop-shaped, if you know what I'm talking about) into colours and talking about this and that, and she's all upset to discover that four of her thirty-four(!!) popsicle children were stillborn.
Yeah. I don't like pregnancy, I don't like children, and I don't like popsicles. Add that to the fact that I had to wake up hella early so my parents could go do some physical assessment... Is it any wonder I'm in a bad mood right now?
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Big Yellow Taxi (cover) on the Fitness Center's sound system |