I am bored. I'm tired. My fingers say they don't want to sew a single stitch and yet they must. Mum and I had a strangely serious conversation. Although at one point she said, "... Where do you get such a flight of ideas from?"
I wanted to go to bed early last night. But then I got online and talking to Siv aka Miss I-had-the-word-sex-in-my-username-and-Mer-thought-it-was-the-best-thing-ever. I may or may not have been reading dirty fics.
SPAM ME! IP address logging is off so you can anonymously spam me.