i’m a fan
I am nearing a week behind schedule, trying to tie together three kidnapped girls, a man who wants to portray a Civil War soldier (he can go both ways. um, I mean North or South. That still sounds dirty), and a preacher with 14 kids.
Naturally, I’m reading blogs. And I have to push one on you. It’s called Poor Impulse Control and I have become a huge fan in the last couple of weeks.
I would swear Tata is my sister, but I’m relatively sure I don’t own a store, and I’m not a sister myself. There are two sisters in my own world, but neither of them is, as far as I know, in New Jersey. But if either was, would they admit it? I dunno.
Random link-clicking is usually how I find anything, but then I rarely wander past the same site twice. I am pretty sure I was reading knarfinthecity and then another one somewhere, and then I entered some sort of webtrance and then, and then, I was having to remove my glasses and wipe the laughjuice from my eyes, and I’d lost an hour or so and still the girls and bilateral soldier and fertile preacher remained unattached.
I need to get back to the archives. later.
