Lost?
So you should be, without Google Maps I’d never get anywhere, but that’s not why you’re here, is it? No, you’re looking for the Wry Writer aren’t you? The other one…not this one, I can tell by that confused look on your face. You’re asking yourself, ‘Where the frak is the goddamn wry writer?’
Well, *that* Wry Writer underwent a revision, a name change (because Alexandra is like that) and it moved to a brand spanking (because we luvs spanking) new home on the wibbly wobbly webby thing and can now be found here, at: KISSED BY VENUS!
Now isn’t that a more suitable name and home base of lesbian fiction on the wibbly wobbly webby thing? Yes, see, I knew you’d agree…what, well, I have spyware, I can see your head nodding in agreement.
Oh…oh, she’s gone.
Oh well, I hope she finds what she’s looking for. Still, she could have stayed awhile here and read some of my drivel, I mean, it’s not bad drivel, I worked really, really hard crafting this verbage, and it ain’t easy let me tell you.
No siree!