Wheeeeeeew.

[roxy]

Thank God I'm home again. It was a long day, shleping around Targe-hell today. I had to cashier, is that what you call it? Accept grubby money from dozens of total strangers...eeeeewwwww! *wash hands, wash, hands, wash hands* I tried that smiling and "Thank you for shopping Target" thing, but it wasn't working for me. Days like this I'm glad I live in Jersey where people look at you like you're doing smack if you smile and be polite. A hearty, "Hey, hunh? Yer blockin' the aisle, you and your cart and your fat ass. Move it." is generally sufficient. kidding. kind of.

Anyhoo--I'm going to put my feet up, drink some coffee, wonder how I'm going to write myself out of this hole I dropped myself into with Dear Lucas and Lex and see what comes up. Plus, I do want to wrap up Strange boys. The *most* fun ever writing those goofballs, I swear. I've never laughed while writing porn before, but I tell you...heh. Good times, good times.


Gosh, I really am a blabbermouth lately, hunh? Tsk, tsk.