Deb, the Bucks County Library now owns Famous Flower -- I requested that they buy it, and they called today to say it's in. Wheee!
They already own Weaver, and I am fully prepared to request that they buy Matty, too.
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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Deb, the Bucks County Library now owns Famous Flower -- I requested that they buy it, and they called today to say it's in. Wheee!
They already own Weaver, and I am fully prepared to request that they buy Matty, too.
That was a homage to the great Jay Landsman, made famous in "A Year on The Killing Streets" for asking a timid rookie if he had found a dead old lady's pogo stick yet.
erika, I vaguely remember that - I need to reread.
Amy, WOOT!
It's sick, but cracked my shit up.
I haven't been writing much but Discovery inspired me. There have been a lot of discoveries for me recently, but this was one of the more interesting ones.
I’m sitting on the couch in my apartment. Last time I was here it was all a chaotic mess: a tangle of clothes and books and trash and unopened mail obscured the floor. Emotions and thoughts careened, twisted, spilled out all over me.
Now there is stillness and the room feels hollow. There’s something I can’t place and the thought rattles around in my head like dice in a cup.
The thought. One thought.
There’s one thought in my head.
Which means my meds must be working. I must be closer to “normal”.
Dear God this is boring.
askye, that's marvelous.
Oh, man. askye, those last two lines...
wrod.
Thanks!
Someone else's discovery, long ago. Ah, the redemptive power of multiple orgasms...
Nature's Consolation Prize
"Did you just -"
"Uh-huh." I'm breathless, arching, relaxing. "Uh-huh. Whatever you did, could you do that again?"
He obliges. There's an odd look on his face - awe? Bemusement? Another one: Lather, rinse, repeat.
"Right." The brown eyes are saucer-wide and there's a charming grin forming. "Bloody hell. What's that, then? Nine? Ten?"
"I wasn't counting. But I think way more than that. Do that again, please. It feels yummy."
"Let's wait a minute, love, all right?" He's beaming like a searchlight.
"Why?"
"Because men can't do this, and it's brilliant to watch." He touches me. "And you're bloody lovely."