For when you're sorry that you got caught, or sorry that you were misunderstood, or sorry that you didn't get your way, or sorry that you have to apologize: a dozen blue roses. Because "I'm not sorry" just isn't sorry enough.
[eighteenth in a series]
4 comments:
I'm really enjoying this series. I'd do it myself, but how many WNBA foot-fetish stories can I possibly write?
There's always room for one more.
My most searched-for post is my list of disciples. I'm afraid for those who think it's serious.
I have the theory that if you start titling posts with the weird search-string headings that have brought people to the site in the past, as you continue to do this eventually the searches people use will evolve in ways that bring you to blog just like you did before starting the experiment.
And that loop can continue infinitely until I die--or, worse, my computer does.
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