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[strippedscrew]

i thought that my sex drive had just died down. i realize tonight, while he is in Minnesota eating mock eclairs from his mother's oven, that my body has simply tired of him. the emotional drain dries me out when i'm around him. but six hours after his plane's taken off, i want to dress in a skirt and heels and find myself a good strangerfuck

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[just_shoe_me]

I'd be your dance buddy if I was there. I am actually searching for that myself here! No one is fun around this area lately. :(

Right on!

[echosmyron]

There is nothing wrong with going out on your own. I say go shake your money maker, the less witnesses the better.

The Guilt Weighs A Thousand Pounds

[inertiacrept]

Oh darlin darlin darlin... why do you not post more? I'm not in the habit of this sort of nagging, and I know you don't exactly *owe* us anything... but have mercy to those of us who hang on your every word and say hello a li'l more often.

Especially when you leave us with such a catchy cliffhanger...

Re: The Guilt Weighs A Thousand Pounds

[strippedscrew]

Honey-chile, what in tarnation IS that thing on your lip? I go on (yes, another) hiatus for a couple of weeks and you go and upload the scariest crustache of all time! Yowza!

So...I do have some things to post about. Like: hiking in the desert, the politics of lesbian dance night, and the HUGE crush I have on an actor from Nightmare of Elm Street 4. AND, ribbed for your pleasure, I should have a spot of time later tonight in which to write about said topics. But I'm tellin' you right now: if the crush-boy calls, I've got my lipgloss on and I'm out the door. End disclaimer.

Re: The Guilt Weighs A Thousand Pounds

[inertiacrept]

Well, I'll look forward to that...

IF you aren't just giving the itinerary as a backhanded way of teasing me with even more cliffhangers.

I will give you this, though. The mustache, like the mullet, the bag, etc... is fake. Seems like I'm trying to make some sort of limp thematic point, but I can't figure out what it is.

Okay, you have (unspecified amount of time) to get back on the ball before I start wearing the mustache serially.