Blah.

Tired, sore and grumpy.

My Bad Goth Poetry gene is in full swing today. Thankfully, I'll be in training most of the day, so you'll be spared my overwrought prose.

Attention Slut Meme

vi tafkar

I have an overwhelming need to feel romanced.

Be romantic to me. Be lewd to me. Be naughty, or nice, or naughtily nice.

Anonymous commenting is on, IP logging is off, and all comments are screened - so
you can make sure that even I don't know who you are. (But really, where's the fun
in that?)

(no subject)

Chicken or the egg
Autumn's grey skies whispering
Too sober to tell