A formal disclaimer. I WILL look at your old posts. I WILL marvel over the ones that I missed. We are but a blink in the gargantuan eyes of ever-onwardly apathetic cosmic gods who swap spit in trails of starry confluence spanning the entirety of the known and unknown universe. If you follow me, you are liable to having your intimately considered thoughts and feelings pored over. Frisked and fondled, felt up and down, and strip searched with raunchy psychoanalysis. You have been warned and given ample notice of this behavioral tendency. If it disturbs you, then you participate willfully in your own peril. I am unapologetically untoward.
You'll find the entire family tree's genealogy can be traced back into the annals of literacy as far back as there have been words. Yours is an unusual branch. A crook where lightning once struck and never quite healed back over. I am no armchair therapist, much too licensed and accredited for that sort of thing, but I surmise it may be tacitly linked to the occasional overindulgence of skidding facefirst trip down the stairs. In spite of ceaselessly issued advanced warnings.
awesome! thank you rose.
awww rose...that just shows how much you care!! <3