Why just make a ripple when you can make a splash? Is there such a thing as quiet without sulking? That pouting thing is so 90s but today's quiet seemed appropriate given the birdshit knockdown. Thankfully the bumpy start seems to have planed out in the unbelt-if-you-please zone. No questioning the shot wad aspect of this home-hugging and avoiding all thoughts about long travel.

The whole passive/aggressive thing comes around while watching In Her Shoes. Is mine the blend of Anglo-Prussian or of menstrual/jizzalacious? Like the proctologist with carpal tunnel, these steps taken seem so stagger lee but the laydee seems content in spite of the angst.

The bronskies serve the purpose without crossing into "service me if you love me" ruse.