My excursions into automatic spam poetry are bringing me new readers, apparently. Welcome, AOL user, I will try to work more "Youngest Lady fuckedd by oldman" into my future work if it pleases you, always glad to further elaborate one of literature's perennial favorites.

Skipped the demolition derby, spent the evening baking with Emily instead, calling my gender role commitment further into question, fortuitously a significant portion of Joel's family arrived from Ohio sparing us the embarrassment of excessive leftovers. Orange bundt cake, peach cobbler, I'd post pictures but we ate them too.

Still in a foul mood despite pleasant company, off to do something sinister, perhaps exotically so.