a.k.a Petitebete. Office drone by day, amateur closeted erotica writer by night (hard to write in a closet let me tell you). Dabbler, dilettante, self-deprecator. Musings, rants, social commentary and the occasional flash of fictional semi-brilliance when the Muse smacks me upside the head. Under-promising and over-delivering since 1989. Canadian, in case the backdrop wasn't clear indication enough.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Well let's hope this time I don't get drop kicked in the heart by an angry Elf.
