“The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn’t finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Of any kind”
When I found the epigraph for this blog entry I was positive I knew what it was about, but then I got lost listening to Depeche Mode and drawing, and completely forgot. It’ll come back to me. In the meantime:
- I’m figuring out the best way to share the password for each password-protected post I publish. Should it be the same password each time? Do I feel comfortable doing that? I don’t want to force those interested in reading my private posts to contact me every time I publish one of those. At the same time, this is a new thing for me, and I want to be as comfortable as I can sharing those passwords with no one except those people that want to read those posts.
- The initial reason I thought to protect those blog entries with a password was that my blog has been so tame all these years, I don’t want to shock my readers with my deeper, more perverted thoughts. But I’m also protecting myself.
- Eh, I have thoughts to think. In the meantime, if you want to read the previous post, which I wrote when I was so inebriated I can’t even remember what it was about, let me know in whatever way is most comfortable for you. Oh, crap. I just recalled what that post is about. WHY AM I SHARING THAT WITH YOU?!
- I know it sounds like I drink every time I write, but I don’t. I hardly ever drink anymore, but sometimes things.
- I want soup.