He doesn’t want to eat my liver, he assures me. He’s pleased that I “got” the pop reference. He thinks I’m cool.
Whew.
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I made a stir-fry with beef the other night. While cutting up the beef into tiny chunks prior to cooking, all I could think of was duck tongues.
Ew.
Damn you, Miss Syl and your duck-tongue-loving friend!
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Right before my monthly visit from the Red Queen, my imagination kicks into high gear.
Last night I dreamed that I’d hired myself out as an erotic photographer to a couple who wanted explicit images made of their lovemaking. I was meant to sit on the sidelines and take as many gigabytes as possible.
Sit on the sidelines–right. Before they’d moved beyond the basics, they’d invited me to drop my camera and join in.
I did.
Now my mind is working overtime. Could this be the answer to all my problems? I could indulge my hobby, have sex and earn money all at the same time!
Oh. Hm. Maybe not such a great idea.
