It's a been a long fucking December, and there wasn't any reason to believe that maybe this year would have been better than the last. But you know what? It's almost over, so take that month that spawned me a quarter of a century ago!
I don't know what compelled me to come back to Suicide Girls...Sure, I love naked chicks. Sure, I love giving them money to keep being naked, and to do pretty much whatever else makes them happy. Maybe that was what it was all about. But isolation and loneliness has played its part as well. Right now I'm kind of adrift on a metaphorical sea, and I'm trying to keep from going insane until I come to the other shore (aka nirvanic bliss).
If any of my old friends catch up on this, hello again, and I've missed you.
Until I can think of something more interesting, peace and vigilance.
I don't know what compelled me to come back to Suicide Girls...Sure, I love naked chicks. Sure, I love giving them money to keep being naked, and to do pretty much whatever else makes them happy. Maybe that was what it was all about. But isolation and loneliness has played its part as well. Right now I'm kind of adrift on a metaphorical sea, and I'm trying to keep from going insane until I come to the other shore (aka nirvanic bliss).
If any of my old friends catch up on this, hello again, and I've missed you.
Until I can think of something more interesting, peace and vigilance.