I love you like a port-chocolate milkshake. Don’t be fooled by my 53 to .76 reading to posting ratio; I adore you. You provide me with advice, humor, and inspiration. Also pictures of hot naked girls. In spite of all this, I need to protest what you do to my sleep schedule. Once again, the daylight is peeking around my heavy-duty upholstery fabric curtains. I try to stop myself; I know it is foolish to log on at 2 am. I tell myself, “Only my subscribed threads.” or “Only one forum.”, but time and time again, I am seduced by your hot-pink embrace. You are a captivating vixen of a forum. I don’t spend a sixteenth of the time on your colleague the stitch and bitch forum, and god knows, I should spend more time on the PhD clinical psych forum than I do. And yet. . . I fritter away my time with you. You make my neck stiff and my eyes sore, but still your siren call is irresistible. I would join a support group for SW addicts, but I know that the meetings would be held in your chat and I would only be sucked ever deeper into your vortex. I hope to spend many more years in your company, and also to learn to love more wisely.
Effusively, Minette
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