I know. I shall fall upon my sword. Later.
I'm only okay with this because of Ryan up there.
It's okay to not be okay with it. I'm not okay with it.
You both shamed me. You both are right. Which made me write. After flogging myself of course. Do you know how hard it is to find a cat of nine tails to flog oneself with at 7AM on a Sunday when one no longer lives above a sex shop? (Truth: I've never lived above a sex shop. I just thought this comment would be more interesting if I had. Also, typing sex shop is fun. It sounds both raunchy and old fashioned. Like Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. How does everything end up about Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman?)