OKREADY
It was the fool moon. Yeah, blame it on the lunge of Libra all tangled up in my "you're terribly unhinged because you've long neglected your needs" business.
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I'm too old to let anything twist my knickers, or use a word like trigger unless I'm talking about an equine celebrity from yesteryear, but some spring-loaded payload got tripped when the CP words were spoken. Then out poured the unlovely laundry list of a restless and broken biped. Sentences left unattended can really fuck with one's head. (In most instances, grunts and groans and spastic hand gestures will suffice.)
Dancing on the Ledge is prominently displayed at the top of my CV, along with VOTED MOST LIKELY TO SAY SOMETHING INNAPROPRIATE IN THE WORKPLACE.
There really is no turning back now. We're barreling toward the first of many firsts, peoploids.
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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