I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav...
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/runs away screaming
I do like feet in black high heels, though. Maybe a black pencil skirt, white blouse, pencil tucked into the tight bun at the back of her head...
Oh, sorry. I sort of drifted there. Hazard of being an erotic fiction writer, I suppose.
And you're right, Ziva, my left foot only has four toes. I had five originally, but my college sweetheart got a little rambunctious one night and bit one off.