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All over it like stink on a boot.
The ring stays on. The ring, is the only thing that stays on.
Good times had by all. Guilt factor: Nada.
I think, if there's god, that free-will is god-given, and so is conscience, so that we may know how to use free-will. Guilt is god's way of telling us we're doing something wrong.

Tea Party at the 100-Sided-Die with fellow design kid Jasa was simultaneously the most wholesome and wildest party I've been to in my adult life. The afternoon was spent sippin' tea, pinkies up, as all sat politely around the coffee table eating gingersnaps. Next thing you know, we're all covered in glitter. There were false lashes, sparkles, feathers, fur. Crinolines and petticoats, Octopi, kittens and sewing machines. And tons of photos. Nonesense. Loved it.

Check out what we were up to on Jasa's site!

Jasa's a whimsical design genius. I got her to Jasafy an already kickass dress I had, and now, it kicks ass even more. Which is good. Means I'll wear it. 'Cause it kicks ass.
Hope I get a digital camera for Christmas so I can show you.

In that fun time between school being over, and going home, and I'm doin' a whole lotta nothin. Blind dates, tea parties, Beers with Psycho514 and what gang turns up for the Gentleman in queston's birthday. And tomorrow, Shazzy's commin' over, and we're gonna shoot a set.

Yeah, you heard me right.

Nervous much? Hells ya. Excited, more so. Shazzy'll be the first lady not armed with a speculum to ever see me naked. Unless she comes armed with a speculum. You never know. At the end of the night, everybody's got their kinks