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I have a bigger post planned, but that's still percolating and giving off a faint odour of chicory, so I'll let it be for now.
...why must everything come back to coffee? Or the Simpsons?
This really is little more than a pity-post for Stephen. He actually made good on his word and didn't update last night/this morning/whatever godawful late hour he writes. I didn't think he could do it. Ha, I still don't think he can do it for more than another day or two.
He's getting himself into trouble all over the place, so here's another venue. It's sort of like that cool friend you had, who had the cool parents who'd let you drink at their house when you were underage -- their justification being, "I'd rather you do it here where I can keep an eye on you, rather than in the park or an alley somewhere."
Of course, now he'll probably be all contrary and comment with one letter just to spite me.
Dreamysigh, isn't my boyfriend the best?
Definitely more fun than Parcheesi, at least.
...why must everything come back to coffee? Or the Simpsons?
This really is little more than a pity-post for Stephen. He actually made good on his word and didn't update last night/this morning/whatever godawful late hour he writes. I didn't think he could do it. Ha, I still don't think he can do it for more than another day or two.
He's getting himself into trouble all over the place, so here's another venue. It's sort of like that cool friend you had, who had the cool parents who'd let you drink at their house when you were underage -- their justification being, "I'd rather you do it here where I can keep an eye on you, rather than in the park or an alley somewhere."
Of course, now he'll probably be all contrary and comment with one letter just to spite me.
Dreamysigh, isn't my boyfriend the best?
Definitely more fun than Parcheesi, at least.