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Hello? Anyone there?
Um.
*sweeps away the dust*
Hi. Hi guys.
*does not know what to do with self*
My brain, she is all full of the romance of traveling, and maybe, accidentally, hooking up with someone while traveling and under the allure of sexy mosquito netting (what? It's totally romantic!) and... pyramids and sphinxes and stuff.
So, I shall tell you a story, with lovely pictures.
Once, there was a girl. Let's call her Minxy. Or Sue. As someone has pointed out to me that seducing people might possibly fall under the pervue of a Minxy Sue type character. *glares at raqs* It is not my fault that people like me. And have no explanation for why most of my traveling companions were so durned nice to me, either. I was adopted by at least three adult couple types, despite my protests that I do, in fact, have parents, just at home. Anyway, I digress.
Let's pretend Minxy Sue looks like Sam Carter, because I have an image of Sam Carter in my icon there and that gives you a nice mental image of pretty things. I don't actually look anything like her, except that I'm tall, but I want you all to be happy. So.
Let's say Minxy Sue goes on a trip, let's say to Africa.
Let's say, for the sake of argument, that there are amazing sunrises, sunsets, and mosquito netting. Let's say it's marvelous and that Minxy Sue is really happy.
And then, with a very tasteful flashback, let's remember that raqs has taught Minxy Sue how to shake her booty in a hip scarf.
(I'm the one in blue, btw.)
You see where I'm going with this, right?
Right, so let's say there is a man on the trip, about 6 years Minxy Sue's senior. Let's say he's single. Let's say he's doomed. Let's say he looks like Michael Shanks (just 'cause). Let's say he's actually the tour leader and that it's not a good idea to play favorites and it's probably really not a good idea to actually hook up with someone on the tour and let's say they spend huge amounts of time together anyway and then in the last three days spend the nights together too and it's really really good. Like, really.
Yes, let's say that. And let me remind you that this is the kind of thing going on during the day.
Yes. Awesomeness. And that is my contribution to the Minxy Sue lexicon.
Not today, but shortly, I'm going to ask you guys if you read anything good while I was gone. There will be the newsletter to read, but I'll be looking for highlights.
Just... not now. Now I'm still really high from my own stories. Still, I missed y'all, and at the beginning, at least, I was still writing you stories, so one of these days I'll transcribe to computer and send off to beta-land. Promise. Just wanted to check in. Say hi.
*sweeps away the dust*
Hi. Hi guys.
*does not know what to do with self*
My brain, she is all full of the romance of traveling, and maybe, accidentally, hooking up with someone while traveling and under the allure of sexy mosquito netting (what? It's totally romantic!) and... pyramids and sphinxes and stuff.
So, I shall tell you a story, with lovely pictures.
Once, there was a girl. Let's call her Minxy. Or Sue. As someone has pointed out to me that seducing people might possibly fall under the pervue of a Minxy Sue type character. *glares at raqs* It is not my fault that people like me. And have no explanation for why most of my traveling companions were so durned nice to me, either. I was adopted by at least three adult couple types, despite my protests that I do, in fact, have parents, just at home. Anyway, I digress.
Let's pretend Minxy Sue looks like Sam Carter, because I have an image of Sam Carter in my icon there and that gives you a nice mental image of pretty things. I don't actually look anything like her, except that I'm tall, but I want you all to be happy. So.
Let's say Minxy Sue goes on a trip, let's say to Africa.
Let's say, for the sake of argument, that there are amazing sunrises, sunsets, and mosquito netting. Let's say it's marvelous and that Minxy Sue is really happy.
And then, with a very tasteful flashback, let's remember that raqs has taught Minxy Sue how to shake her booty in a hip scarf.
(I'm the one in blue, btw.)
You see where I'm going with this, right?
Right, so let's say there is a man on the trip, about 6 years Minxy Sue's senior. Let's say he's single. Let's say he's doomed. Let's say he looks like Michael Shanks (just 'cause). Let's say he's actually the tour leader and that it's not a good idea to play favorites and it's probably really not a good idea to actually hook up with someone on the tour and let's say they spend huge amounts of time together anyway and then in the last three days spend the nights together too and it's really really good. Like, really.
Yes, let's say that. And let me remind you that this is the kind of thing going on during the day.
Yes. Awesomeness. And that is my contribution to the Minxy Sue lexicon.
Not today, but shortly, I'm going to ask you guys if you read anything good while I was gone. There will be the newsletter to read, but I'll be looking for highlights.
Just... not now. Now I'm still really high from my own stories. Still, I missed y'all, and at the beginning, at least, I was still writing you stories, so one of these days I'll transcribe to computer and send off to beta-land. Promise. Just wanted to check in. Say hi.
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