fracturedguy

So I'm obsessed with the tale of Red Riding Hood lately. I mailed my girlfriend a letter two days ago, and on the back of the envelope I drew two snowmen -- one the wolf, the other in the hood. I captioned it "All the better to eat you with, my dear..."

I am not entirely sure she will realize it was an overt reference to how much I miss the way she moves when I'm down on her. It doesn't matter.

Today I read a variation of the tale in which the wolf (a werewolf) fed Red some meat and wine -- actually her grandmother's body & blood -- and then had her remove and burn all of her clothes. And then Red got in the bed with the wolf, and ultimately escaped by excusing herself away to... well, shit.

I made co-workers read it. They were horrified, which makes my reputation at work all the more amusing.

An extension of a friend sent me some pictures tonight. She had edited some pictures of a friend for that friend's fiancee. The Girl would kill me to know that, despite the fact that the extension was merely showing off her work, and not trying to get me off.

I had a prolonged discussion today that changed my mind more from running for president, and more towards my recurring dream of motion picture production.

Lalala.