Thursday, August 26, 2004

Awwww-Tumnal

These days, on the porch at Starbucks, it's a little bit chilly when you're out of the sun. And when I leave for work in the mornings, I need to wear a sweatshirt or a jacket.

You know what that means.

Summer is shot to hell.

Days grow shorter, nights grow colder.

Heading to Delta?

Start now to cultivate a fetish for fleece. Or triple down. Leather is soooo Ten Minutes Ago.

And be sure to pack your jammies with the feet in 'em!


1 comment:

Keckler said...

Union suits are hot.

It'll all be fine. Going to the pre-run party at Philly Bondage Club again?