changery.

Hello.  How are you?

I mean it.  I want to know.  Please send me emails about how you are.  Or, more specifically, how you obsess.  *Do* you obsess?  What is it about?  Write that shit out, then, my bitch (said with love), and spread it across the interweb to me in an anonymous email that I shall post it forthwith.  Prithee.

Won't you please?  I'd hate to think I'm the only one who obsesses about shit.

(Only, not shit.  Literally.  I actually *don't,*  surprisingly, obsess about *shit.*  Just everything else under the blasted hot orb in the yellow sky.)

Think of it as the new, more lengthy, less photoshoppy post secret.

I will love you forever?

And feed you cake?

(psst - lildbsnack at gmail)

Comments

[Gwen]

sometimes when i'm fucking my husband, i imagine it's b....

oh. wait. did you say this was supposed to be anonymous?

never mind then.