dancing-disaster said:

[Text] Okay, Britt. We understand. 

blanderson—warbler:

That would be great. I need to know what I’m allowed to do, you know?

I know. It’s a whole new system. I’m sure you’ll work it out, though.

blanderson—warbler:

This is complicated, but I think it could be really good. I’m going to need to speak to a British lawyer about what all we can and can’t do, though.

I know a British lawyer. Todd? He was on a year abroad when I was in Paris. He’s still on my Facebook.

A Koala eating an apple for lunch, in Perth, Western Australia. [x]

blanderson—warbler:

I hate summer.

I promise England will be cooler in the long run.

blanderson—warbler:

I hate the heat. We should move to Canada. Or Vermont. I think Vermont is cold.

It’s 70 in Vermont today. Maybe we should just build you a fridge.

blanderson—warbler:

mychancetoflykurt replied to your post: It’s so hot today.

Heatwave.

Oh, fuck that shit.

You really don’t like the heat. Poor baby. We could move to Canada.

blanderson—warbler:

mychancetoflykurt replied to your post: Birthday sex.

I thought, maybe, I could tie you up and have my wicked way with you.

As you wish. Tie me up.

Okay. I love you, remember.

blanderson—warbler:

You left it there to drool over. 

Yes.

blanderson—warbler:

I know you have. It was an open tab on your computer for months.

I promise I didn’t leave it there as a hint.