All I know is that Redacted would not. stop. yapping about it.
It’s those bleary early morning and late night conversations that are rewarding and memorable. When the eyelashes are off and the hair is in a ponytail is when I get to see the complex individual behind the carefully crafted public persona.
Guest starring in someone’s kitchen is like being an Unicorn. I get to play with new tools and sample new dishes without having to deal with the marital disaster I leave in my wake. Not that I would know.
Hackers have not taken over my account. This is me blogging at 3AM which is almost as good as me drunk posting.
I get creepily post-coital after a stretching session which feels even weirder when I hand him some money but what am I supposed to do?