hot or not child in Invisible City

Sunday exemplified everything that a Sunday should be, for one of Trish 's days off, save for the jet-lag of newly reset clocks, from daylight savings time. After another sleepless nighttime, I started to surf the darkened seas for the hot, found Maxine online & chatting while Trish fixed blueberry muffins. I talked with her until it veered into BDSM cyber. She's promised to call about 10:00, let's just see if she does.

Trish bought some more makeup at Albertson's, much of its business siphoned away by Wal-Mart.

She rented Pirates of the Caribbean II at the Invisible Record Store, which I started to watch after a spaghetti dinner. I fell asleep in my chair, so when it had nearly finished, I surfed the ho or no page & came up with a ho: it's not that she's not pretty, it's that she's only 18, bet you know the trash I mean.

Fortunately, we didn't give her our address. We will reserve that for Maxine & Barb -- if they're serious.

Bi-bi for now, whoever is actually reading this.