In an effort to cease my [He Who Shall Not Be Named]* ramblings, this week I will be writing about other boys.  Cute Boys.  Some of them that have meant something to me, some that I only met for an evening.  Internet, are you excited yet? 

Yeah, I don’t know if I would be either — the stories won’t be too interesting, my life has not been too exciting.  But hell, it’s maybe therapeutic?  For me.  Not you.  You don’t get a vote on this one.

And why boys?  Why not some other distraction?  Maybe a sudden revealing about my love of … cooking? knitting? 

Because I’m really just a one-trick pony.  I don’t do … hobbies.  I’m not what one would call … multifaceted.

But I really like boys.  Especially when they smell good and are tall.

*Ooooo, pop-culture reference.  three points.  don’t expect those too often.

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