Sometimes I feel like the Qing Dynasty of kinky proclivities. I feel all progressive and cultured and shit and then someone shows up and tells me they took my gunpowder and invented machine guns with it.
Welcome to my Lair: Random notes on things:
1. If you type ‘th’ into the address bar of my computer with the intention of going to think geek and doing a little shopping, it actually brings up thinkivykink first. You might get distracted and go to the wrong page first. So first Ivy’s kinks, then Darth Vader cake pans.
2. I just tried…
Giggling forever.
Clearly I exist to keep you from spending money.
And to keep Lemon from reading about important theories and whatnot.