Ramblings…

I tend to call the unnameable lust, lust. It’s easier to type.

We are all messes. Some of us are hot messes.

If you were out with a group of friends and you wanted to go home and cry, that would be a bad thing. If it’s just “people” then it’s fine.

Combining the words “I think” and potentially sticky sexual situations can be deadly. They make great stories, though.