Persephone, how are your daughter’s ears?
Kricket, have you gotten to the doctor? How’s the pain…better?
Broken Doll, Did he call?
Drain Bead, did you find the answers?
winneee, how are you doing?
Pammipoo, what’s up with the car? What did you decide to do?
Tymp, wanna corrupt me? 
Upham, how’re you feeling since you got the go-ahead to be active again?
Ad Noctum, Check your e-mail!
You know who I’ve been wondering about? soda. I think a lot of people were unnecessarily harsh on her, and I hope things worked out for the best for her, the married guy, his wife and the baby. I sent her an e-mail some time back, but she never answered. Poor girl, she seemed really broken up about her situation.
Kricket, I’ve been thinking about you, too. Any news?
As I entertain this thought, I find myself actually purring. I don’t mean the quick contented purr of a house cat, but a jaguar’s rumbling, soul-paralyzing purr of anticipation.
I could also tell you how I am flexing and stretching my hands while twisting and arching the muscles of my back as an expression and brief outlet of freshly sparked and patiently devious intent . . . but that would be too much information.
Corruption, love? Sweet, soft corruption is my favorite game.
Sue, you are an absolute doll and if you ever need a vital organ you’re welcome to anything that’ll fit.
I’m doing pretty damn good, i figure, went to my doctor today who says i’m to quit drinking, but according to her Pot’s actually easier on my system then what i normally smoke! Let the good times roll (actually, maybe i’d better get somone i know better to)
Thank you very much for asking, can i buy you a drink?
Thanks for asking, Sue!
They appear to be better. She hasn’t been back to the doctor yet, but her response time when spoken to is much better. I only have to say “STOP THAT!!” five times instead of twelve. Yep, she seems to be back to her normal three-year-old self.