For me? But, but, I didn't get you anything.

Well, I'm just about holding my aching sides from laughing, but I'll tell you what this is really about, and it isn't me: This is about a big-haired, poofy-sleeved, ankle-boots-with-fringe and beaded teeshirt-wearing young woman who, regardless of what she says in polite company, has a soft spot for the skankitude representation of the XY side of the human population. One minute she's all freaked out about some long fingernails, and the next minute she's helping some guy out of bed at 3:00 pm with a B-12 shot and a thorough wipedown with Windex (while someone else helps by pulling the empty Wild Turkey bottles and KFC bags out from under the greasy sheets). That's what this is about. This is also about your categorical refusal to use this blog to actually write something, although I concede that your powers of multitaskitude might be stretched too far in some circumstances to acheive such things.

I see that your "friend" owns both a shirt and a pair of pants. Any chance he'll be wearing them simultaneously?

Someone needs a hug. Unchain whatshisname from the bed, remove the ball gag, and tell him to hug you. I think it'll do you some good.



I have an idea!! ::lightbulb::

Why don't you email me your version of a worthy blog entry, and....I'll....POST IT!!!



Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!



I think that is the best idea I've had all year.