writing smut. seriously thoroughly dedicated to writing smut now. how did this happen?
22 October, 2009
clearly, making crepes is mister monkey's job. i am standing over the stove producing shoe-leather like discs of little flavour and high lumpiness where his crepes are delicate on the palate and lovely to behold. damn it all to hell. this is what i get when i try to do someone else's fucking job. grrrr.