Sex, Starfish and the American Way.
It is time for me to do this, not that anyone has reason to care. I recall starting this LJ thing; I was bored while I was eating a cheeseburger. So, as anyone would, I wrote a duck story, and then another. To my dismay, young people read them so I had to be careful. I avoided four letter words like “time,” “whom,” and “what.” But I had to express myself, and employ the junior varsity of my vocabulary somewhere. I developed a sex site. This was a place where I could graphically describe starfish regeneration. I now find myself writing there, as I love the fawning starfish and the pleasant people I met. I offer this as an invitation. If you are silly enough, friend me there, I will be delighted by your presence. I doubt I will write anything here again.-Brought to you by your new friend -- goattalker