Hi everybody!

So, Yer Mother's feeling all babbly, mostly because I'm avoiding writing...I've got Lex in a Dress now and it's kind of...hmmmm. All I can say is I have many strange thoughts. And speaking of strange, omg, I'm sooooo ashamed of myself!

I have the most enormous crush on a child! A baby! An infant!!!! *flogs self* And why? Because he's a *freak*! I mean, this kid is a freak...it just calls to me, my darlings. It's like my very own silent dog whistle. Plus, he shares these scary freaky things, and I blush and giggle like I'm twelve...well, okay not really but it's the Roxy equivalent of blushing and giggling, because a matronly woman should not say, "you lucky motherfucker, tell me more about the handcuffs and the blowjob..."*hangs head*-- *sigh*

thank god I never met anyone like him when I were a wee Roxy. I mean, we all know how I feel about my beloved Mr. Roxy, but if you think I'm a vanilla type person, goodness, he's vanilla with white sprinkles in a white cup with a white spoon.

Unless...maybe my definition of vanilla and everyone else's isn't quite the same...Hmmmm. I'll have to check that out....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Happy Birthday to an extremely classy, kind, and brilliant lady--pepperjackcandy You're the coolest! Hope your day is filled with really good stuff! 8hug*

DPJupiter

Okay—I’ve poked—stabbed it—many, many times, and if I don’t post this now, I never will. My brain keeps bouncing around in this story and my notes are all willy-nilly scattered around my different notebooks. *sigh* it hates me it does.

Here are the previous parts…

( Here’s the new part. )

eta:am a dummy, sheesh!

Home again, home again...

...Targe-hell is slavin' me to death! Why oh why must I work for a living? Why can't random people just give me money 'cause I'm so cute? It's true, you know. my mommy used to tell me all the time I was cute, so there! It must be true. Of course, my cute is a little wrinkled and frayed at the edges now *koffkoff*. Hmmm. I think I need massive amounts of coffee. Be right back!