I had a dream that I was missing you.

First of all, according to the alignment of the stars and planets, this week is apparently going to suck:

( don't take it personal, girl, that's how thugs do )

Second of all, I kept meaning to write all weekend because I felt I had a lot to write, but didn't so now I'm here and the task seems daunting. Coming soon, to a friends page near you could be these possible coming attractions:

Raybear Is Off the Chain; OR, The Pleasures of Being a Slightly-Trained Bear Cub

Watching Porn with Friend; OR, Watching Your Friends in Porn

Adventures in Public Displays of Sexuality; OR, Raybear Gets Dissed!

Searching for Julianne Moore; OR, Afternoon Lucid Dreams