Hello. How are you?
I mean it. I want to know. Please send me emails about how you are. Or, more specifically, how you obsess. *Do* you obsess? What is it about? Write that shit out, then, my bitch (said with love), and spread it across the interweb to me in an anonymous email that I shall post it forthwith. Prithee.
Won't you please? I'd hate to think I'm the only one who obsesses about shit.
(Only, not shit. Literally. I actually *don't,* surprisingly, obsess about *shit.* Just everything else under the blasted hot orb in the yellow sky.)
Think of it as the new, more lengthy, less photoshoppy post secret.
I will love you forever?
And feed you cake?
(psst - lildbsnack at gmail)






sometimes when i'm fucking my husband, i imagine it's b....
oh. wait. did you say this was supposed to be anonymous?
never mind then.
Posted by: Gwen | September 21, 2009 at 12:58 PM