how did my blog become a haven for gay vampires?
Why should I? There's never anyone in my bedroom except me.
Well, I don't know, except it's like that thing our mothers used to say about always wearing clean underwear in case you're in an accident. This reminds me that my friend Vicki and I used to (still have?) a pact about making a first pass through the other's belongings in the event of our demise...Kinda morbid, but diaries, etc...you know?
clean underwear is a must!
Or none at all. ...