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This is me, wearing a miniskirt, a 20's sailor top and eating an ice cream cone. The tall one is Jiles (or however you spell it), and the one in the purple miniskirt is Fido.

Reinsertion is like waking up from a utopian coma, and the first thought to hit you is "Goddamnit!"

Had a wonderful time. Most of the week was pretty low-key -- slumming around, hiking in the bottoms, flitting hither and tither, a kiss and a hug and a nudge-nudge, off to dinner and then bedtime.

Me? Public watersports? No kidding? Wow. Nothing real showy, but knowing me, that's quite a step.

So, like, I'm chewing on this hot guy's nipple, which is.. er. was pierced. The ball comes off in my mouth, I give it back to him. We're snogging like a frog on a log, attempt to step away from each other for whatever reason, and his nipple ring hooks on to mine... RIP! Gone. His, that is. Bloody mess, that was. The ball popped out of mine.

He gave me the bigger ball that I sucked off as a souvenir of the event. :P The weight feels wierd hanging from my nipple.

I really like absinthe.

Y'know, the sooner I can move mountainside, the better.

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If I could walk off this job right now, I absolutely would.

These people are absolute fucking morons.

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hippie lessons:

never eat someone else's chocolate