My diary is about to get much more interesting.
Such as, "Here I am aloooone..."
Alone bellydancing. Alone asking the cat if she will be my husband. Alone petting my dildo.
Tomorrow I'll be back in the company of humans. But later I plan to slip away and haunt various peopled establishments to see how many people I can flirt with per hour. FPH. As it were. Innocently of course. Well, one never knows. I feel like a bus stop sometimes. Someone comes along every five minutes. It's really, far, too easy, for a countess polygamously betrothed to a cat and a dildo. And that guy. Almost forgot.
8:43 p.m. - 2009-07-26