Oh, where do I begin?
First, I ought to mention that I was a HUGE Anne Rice fan back in the day. I adored her books. I read them constantly. Over and over and over. My paperback copy of “The Vampire Lestat” of was worn through and had to have the cover reinforced. (Thank god for [...]

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I was a rather odd child. I had weird interests, and I was entirely too smart for my age. I didn’t have friends at first, so I did lots of reading. But it was the games I played that were really weird.
I had all sorts of Fisher Price Little People toys. I LOVED them. I [...]

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I both love and loathe going to the laundrette. The miserable task of hauling laundry, detergent, dryer sheets, bag, book, keys and quarters to a dingy little laundry up the block is evened out by the fun I often have there. I find it to be a great place to do school work, [...]

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Wow. I had the hottest fucking dream last night. Not unusual. What was odd about this dream was that there was no actual sex, which is rare for my sexy dreams.
I was out on a date, and the details were sketchy. I don’t know where we were, what we were doing, or how we got [...]

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