This week, we laughed, we cried, and we blogged our fingers to the bone. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Let's get to it?
I watched the porn watchers.
Everyone pooped.
I resigned from the sex writing community.
"'Hello,'" said the waterboarder to the whale.
It was so fucking hot.
I compared the New York Times to a man with erectile dysfunction.
Sexy girls sang you siren songs.
This was an amazing week in ways that I am unfortunately unable to blog about at this time. Something happened that made me so happy I cried. It made me feel like I've spent the last five years running a marathon barefoot across broken glass, and maybe, just maybe, that's the finish line in the distance. Thank you for listening because without you I'm just one more puny inexhaustible voice, chattering away in cyberspace.
