Where do you write?

No, no, honey, you're to string him along a little further before crushing his hopes and dreams.
*sigh* So much to teach you still...


I was going to say something about hours of bonding and feeling each other out, getting intimate, blah blah blah...
I did the tease thing for many years. Now, I like to cut right to the dream-crushing. Saves me time and effort ;)
 
I don't drink anymore, money don't grow on trees, my hands are too busy for a massage....

I forgot the body bag hanging in the corner and the swing out overhead arm that can be fitted with all sorts of bars, chains, and hooks. And I'd be careful snooping in the corner cabinet, ya might find things that will make you go bump in the night. ;)

Your room frightens me. I'd like to hear no more about it. :eek:
 
If I'm on the desktop, I'm in the office/studio. Otherwise, on the laptop, I could be between the bedroom, living room, or outside in the garden.

(Back to the point)
A garden sounds like a lovely place to write. I'm jealous :)
 
My desk is cluttered with the remains of my addictions.

As we know many famous authors were alcoholics and drug addicts.

I to have my habits.

My desk is littered with....empty bottles of Lipton Citrus Green Tea and dozens of cough drop wrappers. I eat the damn things like candy.

I need my menthol.
 
I sit at a horribly cluttered, cobweb surrounded desk. I just noticed the cobwebs. I'll have to do something about them, they truly are out of control. From my desk I can see out onto the little farmlet and keep an eye on things.

I would never get any writing done. I'd just be staring out at that view!
 
My desk is cluttered with the remains of my addictions.

As we know many famous authors were alcoholics and drug addicts.

I to have my habits.

My desk is littered with....empty bottles of Lipton Citrus Green Tea and dozens of cough drop wrappers. I eat the damn things like candy.

I need my menthol.

I'm getting you a trash can for your birthday.
 
I feel like I'm supposed to take this and run with it... But I don't know whose dreams we would be crushing this time.

Tx Rad's, he's on top of his metal desk, anxiously awaiting the next response.

Oh...why did I just do that to myself?
 
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