I was in the middle of a long essay for cannon-sues on why Robert Lovelace is the greatest criminal mind of our time, when hoppie's computer did it's customary spontaneous page back thing, and blew it away. I really have to start writing any post over 4 lines in notebook first if I'm here.
Anyway, I don't intend to write anything long now. I shall instead make gazpacho soup. Because it's still summer, damnit, for a few more days.
( Finally the female side wins out over the male side.Collapse )
( Cinderella? Me?Collapse )