So, I’m doing skin revisions, and it occurs to me….I’m tired. Like, so tired that I’m not entirely sure I understand what’s going on, and yet I know I’m just sitting here typing and mouse-clicking. I am so tired, that I actually just did a playlist.

A playlist, boys and girls. A motherfucking playlist. I despise playlists. I rarely use them, I abhor making them, I have no idea how to do anything even remotely cool with one, there are precisely two times when I will make a playlist. The first, is on a request skin. If the person wants one, I’ll make one. Joyfully, humming all the while, because someone was sick/wondrous enough to actually want me to make them a skin. The other time is when I’m so dead tired that Gale Harold could walk in wearing nothing but low-slung, worn-out, partially-undone button fly jeans and offer to let me take pictures of his ass and fuck me senseless, and I’d just blink at him a few times in slo-mo, push him out the door, and go to sleep.

Jeez, I am such QaF withdrawal. I need Gale. I neeeeeeeeeeeed him. Gods, he’d better be abundant tomorrow night. Abundant and naked, and there had better be Michael-kissage. Or at the very least Justin-shagging. Yum. Nekkid, nubile, simulating-sex Gale. Gods, I need to sleep, why aren’t I asleep?

Oh….I’ve decided what my domain’s gonna be. Cause I knew once, a long time ago, but I forgot it, and so I had to decide all over again. But I know now, and its pretty, and good, and sweet, and I like it. GaleHaroldsAss.com. No, kidding. No, really, kidding. Its tempting, but that ain’t it. And I’m not gonna tell anyone what it is till I register it, otherwise I’ll jinx it or something. Or something.

And has anyone else noticed Blogger making snail asses look like lightspeed lately?