So, it's been a year. I'm proud of myself, even though I've had a few-okay, one hell of a lot-close calls. One year without sex. Wow. I've gone through periods where I was okay with it, obsessed with it, hated it, and just freaking wanted it. I can respect myself, though. That's the point. It's been my choice, and I've stuck to it. Yay, me! Anyway, my blog is going to get less boy-oriented from now on. So I say. Hehehe! Ah, even if it's not, I'm still proud of myself. Because I rock. And no, I am not going on a month long scrogg fest, thank you. I think you already knew that. I did. Any-hoo. I'mma go fix Amethyst some lunch.
Laters