And by midnight..
March 29th 2006 13:14
Ok, I'll admit it, I have performance anxiety. So far I've only dabbled my toes, because if I write anything substantial someone very observant might actually see into something resembling my soul.. scary thought! No don't ask me how toe-dabbling averts soul-searching - it's a mixed-up metaphor.
But I do want to write something (I just typed 'don't' egads! freudian slipping already). Yes, anyway, -something- and for that you need to know who Mr.X is. Isn't it clever? *cough* He just loves that pseudonym, what with the need for anonymity and the Simpsons and the fact that he actually is my ex.. only he's still 'around' and stumbling into my adventures. But when we take a break from adventures he's a good person to drag to cafes with me, which I can then tell you all about.
Oh, and as for the 'weekend' so mysteriously alluded to, that's a much longer (and more fascinating) story to be posted soon.
But I do want to write something (I just typed 'don't' egads! freudian slipping already). Yes, anyway, -something- and for that you need to know who Mr.X is. Isn't it clever? *cough* He just loves that pseudonym, what with the need for anonymity and the Simpsons and the fact that he actually is my ex.. only he's still 'around' and stumbling into my adventures. But when we take a break from adventures he's a good person to drag to cafes with me, which I can then tell you all about.
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