so ptsd sucks and i've been wallowing in it for a time with business all about me simultaneously frying my grits, brains, body, soul...
time to move on and exit my temporary solitude
cyclical ramblin
i love all hallows though and that show was the one that dragged me by the short hairs
bunnies are indeed sexy
my honey breathes good fire and beds of nails are uncomfortably cozy, 'specially with spikeheeled nuns standing on my midriff... she wore no panties, i wore my pink furry ones and life is good again