In the corner for Romance is:
Self-explanatory.
In the corner for Lingerie is:
The cat in my smalls drawer.
This is quite possibly the reason I have holes in all my stuff. Which is a relief because no one really wants to know the reason they have so many freakin' holes in their underroos is because of acid crotch.
Even though some folks might suspect it is due to some freaky reason like that and I suspect they aren't wrong.
I'm just saying.
And in the other corner of my traid that is neither Romance or Lingerie is Craftiness:
These hands were made for gluin' and that's just what they'll do!
And I've decided that many of you have similar and fantastic taste in picking up strangers on a deserted stranger as demonstrated in my Who would you hook up with from Lost unscientific and unofficial poll (which is ongoing, so go and leave me your answer). Most of you are like me which makes you most like equally insane as me, which is reassuring.
Very reassuring and explains a whole lotta stuff.
