I’m sorry. All right. Deep breath. Sheild your eyes if you must. I have to get this Grinch out of me. It won't be pretty. However, I did dig the vgifts ( Read more... )

When the time comes, when I’ve lived enough. When I reach that point where I’m old and the laugh lines have made themselves at home and turned into wrinkles. When I’m still rocking some blonde bombshell look at eighty eight with a lover who is forty and better than anything I could bother to make real with the flick of a pen. Or, when that fifteen ( Read more... )