fic typing
Jun. 29th, 2006 04:16 pmI am sitting in the garden, birds tweeting and mellow air caressing my skin, typing up my Cristiano Ronaldo / Kaká fic. I am up to word number 1,477! :-)
T'young son is home again today, still constipated. It's scatological. We leave for the G.P.'s now. He is a poor bunny.
T'young son is home again today, still constipated. It's scatological. We leave for the G.P.'s now. He is a poor bunny.