if somebody can spare the time i would like to talk privately about a weird and disturbing encounter I had in a private chat last night. i am not threatened or panicked by it, but it is weighing on my mind.
whether you can help me or not, thank you. i love you all for being here.
if i could cook i would bake you a beautiful cake, but the very best present I can give you is to not bake you a cake.
happy birthday and thank you very much for being you.
replace your fingers with my tongue. don't want you getting tired.
kiss me anywhere you like.
i would call the novels of susan sontag self-indulgent drivel, but close enough. i have no opinion about astroturf, but the designated hitter is a travesty and I don't even like baseball. or any game which isn't played on a table. as for the rest, I agree wholeheartedly, especially Christmas morning.
murphy's if you have some, or a pint of Guinness, silver plate. yes, hell has frozen over again.
fire in the hole. hmmm. maybe putting salsa on my dildo was not such a good idea after all.
well, with a bit of luck that will be my first published micro. my first written micro we declined. i disagreed with the reasoning and told the moderator so, but didn't argue the point. not my rules.
keep the coffee coming, please. and doughnuts. and elyse.
would someone be so kind as to read my micro before I submit it?
coffee, please, while I fret.