While I realize my born again zealot readers would just LOOOOOVE to know that I've been consumed by California's mini-Armageddon, I'm here to say that I've still got a pulse.
Consumed by the flames of passion you are ... you can't hide it ... yet you are not swallowed up by them, the desire within your bosom radiates your intense fever in your writing, the vigor transmitted in your quill. Alas, I am drawn in by your inspiration and whirled into a lyrical frenzy.
And I would just LOOOOOOVE to know that those "born again zealot readers" will eventually be consumed by their own flaming hatreds! I was going to say something about hoping they'd burn in Hell, but I don't believe in Hell, darn it!
Anyway...I am delighted to know that Katiekins is still pulsing and posting.
Ahhh, that's why you sounded like you were under water. You were dousing the roof to keep it from igniting. Seriously, nothing will happen, the spirit of Super Dog watches over you.
I'm not sure what's more disturbing, the thrusting jacked sack. Or, his dirty orange palms color coordinated to match his freakpubes leading to the creepiest weepeen I've ever seen. And, I'm not even a size queen. Help me. I can't stop staring at it. Happy Halloweeeneeeee
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Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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Naked. While drinking bourbon.
Anyway...I am delighted to know that Katiekins is still pulsing and posting.