Drugs good.

You want to write like me, cutely-named person who signed my guestbook?

Simple - get REALLY depressed, REALLY doped up, REALLY confused about life... then spend 18 years writing about it. At the end of 18 years, if you throw in some BDSM experience, a lot of tangled love affairs, a bit of magic, and a pawful of luck... you'll be me. *wry grin*

Just a short update, because I'm headed to bed. Hear that?

BED. Sleep.

And Caleb is turned on by my subbie side... *purrs* ...I like this.

Caleb-love... a subtle hint... I do not object to being raped in my sleep, while I am drugged and helpless. *huge grin*

Rhett, you pay 'tention to that too... but then you already knew it.

*pouts*

And you're too far away.

Eh. I go to sleep now.