You mean to tell me that you all don't spend all your time here?...and that you are hiding in some other "Grown-up"(using this term lightly) hangout, while I thought I was getting the full dose of spew and that nobody told me?!?
since you go to the grown up playground (or whatever the fuck you call it) to yack about the people on Lit, where do you go to bitch and moan about the people at your playground?
PS. if you don't know where the kids from the playground go to talk about everyone else...that's cuz they're talking about you. <G> (just doing my part to increase the obvious insecurities here).
just because you sit in front of a keyboard and mouse you think everyone is on the level. This is just a small sample of what is really going on. Don't forget the first rule. NEVER add milk to a omlette.
Beat your eggs slower and longer. Start with low heat and gradually turn it up. You will have a richer more flavorful experience. Hey, it's kinda like making love. I know what I'm doing in the morning (after making love).
red satin sheets. You sleeping while the sun just starts to rise. It's a orange/purple sunrise. I bring your breakfast into the room. The room is illuminated more by your beauty than the sunrise. I kiss your forehead. You sit up. A sip of fresh O.J. I'm so pleased to please you. Ok, thats enough. I've got a cold. I can't sleep as it is never mind start a fantasy.