the tree is up, right on schedule. the house smells like cinnamon and oranges. there are candles everywhere and my husband still doesn't understand The Goons. oh well.
my favourite ever webcomic was METANOIA (by Jesse Haijeck). he abandoned it somewhere in book three, which means there's loads to go and read, but doe someone like me who followed it from the beginning, it's very sad.
I no longer read webcomics that aren't finished and buyable/downloadable because i hate it when they vanish. Like Shayla (all sorts of f/m/f/f/m/m/ pairings) with furries. guy stopped paying for his website, whole comic, gone.
The following morning there is a note stuffed into my locker.
Missed you leaving. Nice package. E x
And my heart thumps really hard a dozen times while I read it, and then tuck it into the pocket of my jeans. Well, it’s nice that someone noticed in a good way.
I got a text from Jim about an hour after dinner telling me he was sorry, which probably means Derrick ripped him a new one about what happened at the pool. Neither of them was in the car park when I arrived, but it’s still early. Havin
“Morning babe.”
“Hrrmmm.” Paddy yawned, found the quilt and tried to pull it over his head.
“Happy birthday Patrick.”
Paddy was going to say it was too early to get up on his birthday, but his train of through was interrupted by Troy’s hot mouth wrapping around his morning erection. Paddy relaxed back into the pillows with a sigh. It was good to be the birthday boy.
Things had been tense on Monday. They had cleared the site, opened up the tents and the children had arrived completely high on