Tihmmnmmish's Cuddle-Friendly Fireside Threadcast

can't have unhappy bunnies here
your blankie be freshly laundered


sally o'malley
 
The parish gossip peeks through the window louvres
at the vicar and the maid behaving oh so badly.
 
teatime material the gossip gleans for certain
an eyeful imprinted pornographically
 
just a quick hello and a *poke* at my dear hmmnmmish.

Catching a breath from mundane non-fiction writing...
After a quick shower, I must deliver a painting that I sold.. then, back to the keyboard. Ugh!!! hated. hateful. horrible.

I'm trying to make some headway here so I can see the light of day by Tuesday. Oh, please, please let me be done with this assignment by Tuesday!

I miss the paintbrush between my fingertips. I do believe I need to take an art break this weekend whether or not I have exceptional progress on my freelance assignment.

kisses to you all!
:kiss:
 
just a quick hello and a *poke* at my dear hmmnmmish.

Catching a breath from mundane non-fiction writing...
After a quick shower, I must deliver a painting that I sold.. then, back to the keyboard. Ugh!!! hated. hateful. horrible.

I'm trying to make some headway here so I can see the light of day by Tuesday. Oh, please, please let me be done with this assignment by Tuesday!

I miss the paintbrush between my fingertips. I do believe I need to take an art break this weekend whether or not I have exceptional progress on my freelance assignment.

kisses to you all!
:kiss:

you drop by in a manner mighty timely
shall I pencil you in for a vicar visit?
the hour is conformable to your schedule.
 
Just got in from creating mayhem at a charity meeting baddddddd girl to run rings round stuffed shirts
 
Did you ever have an experience at a previous place of employment that was what nightmares are made from? And when the place inevitably closes (or is forced to close by the state in this case), did you feel gleeful and somewhat vindicated?

Perhaps, you have not had such a horrid experience. Imagine walking away from a place after developing PTSD from things that happened to you while working there. yeah. That bad.

Then, imagine seeing this news story about said place:

Summit Quest is dead!

Party at my house!

And before you ask, yes, I did work there when the kid died. They failed to mention that another kid died the previous month. They mention that kids were having sexual relations with each other, but failed to mention that staff were physically and sexually assaulted by the kids and some staff members were sexually involved with some of the kids. As horrible as this newstory makes Summit Quest sound, they didn't even touch on half of it.

Ah.. no more Summit Quest! It feels like a nightmarish chapter in my life is closed.
 
That's downright dark.

Dampens the vickering atmosphere... except for the happy ending. In which case... oh yeah, feelin vicky today.

Fondling a new approach of trying to break the habit of over-thought, just let come whatever comes, and don't worry if it fits for now. Seems to create a quicker pace, if less focus on details. Like the changeup. Something different. And the day is gorgeous. So gorgeous. Oh yes.
 
LOL

ever since the 90's, I cannot hear the word 'vicar' without thinking 'in a tutu.'

Though I think the song went better with pot....
or LSD.
:eek:
 
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