of small delights

So I’ve been sick and working from home, which is worse than going to work, coz you know, you work and you cook and open the door two thousand times a day. And you’re also working. Did I say that already?


Since I’ve been sick the past two days, some people I know decided to drop in for dinner and make me pasta and some conversation. At times like these, slowly but surely the conversation turns to sex. We get drunk and talk Continue reading of small delights