Mar 26, 2008 19:18
I might be running under the wire, conversationally; but this doesn't make me defunct or idle. Let's just pretend I am playing hard to get, and that the payoff is a full-release funtime.
Was it just last Friday when there were no less than five humans moon-walking in our living room? I joined eventually, awkwardly using muscles disused since 1984.
Back to baking chocolate cake for the resident male, who earns this sort of treat every day we have together. Luckily for our fat, the reward isn't daily, 'else we would be quite corpulent.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled mania, already in progress.
gastric pink loves stockholm,
molotov cocktease,
rockstars breakdancing,
heart-shaped baked goods