(Just a note before the saga continues . . . To all those who have accidentally wandered in and stumbled upon these journal entries of the idiotic situations I have encountered since my addiction to everything L surfaced nearly a year ago . . And to the five faithful readers who followed these tales from their inception . . .I would just like to say that I am awed and humbled that others would not only recognize but also reward my writing. But I do believe that there has been a mistake as there are a number of better and more gifted writers whose work, actual BnT drama, has yet to be acknowledged. And I encourage those of you who feel you have been wronged and ignored to let me know as I will be more than accommodating in surrendering this most humorous award. You can get my e-mail address from the queen of mush – seahurst – she knows where I am. Thank you.)

I needed a little break as I was developing a headache from reading Fan Fic stories with only one operational peeper. Having poked myself in the eye during a dream I had the night before and having scratched the cornea enough to blur my vision , I found that not even wearing my bifocals could help me see. Besides, I didnt have much of a brain left after last night and this morning since K literally fucked it out of me. (GAWD DAMN THAT GIRL IS AMAZINGLY HOT – -HOW SHE ENDED UP WITH ME IS A NEVERENDING STORY, A MYSTERY FOR THE AGES)

Pushing the chair away from the computer desk, I adjusted the earplugs I had inserted an hour earlier then swiveled the seat around to look at K sleeping so soundly, so peacefully, so unaware of the annoying yet admittedly erotic sounds of chainsaws at 8 oclock in the morning. I felt my heart being torn and twisted as I stared in utter amazement at her so blissfully and innocently oblivious to the noises just outside our bedroom window.
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How could I possibly continue to lie and deceive the only person in the world who understood me and accepted me for the moronic bonehead I was. Why was I so inexplicably drawn to watch the L Word–attracted to the characters and storylines, to communicate with its fans, to pursue relationships with the gifted fiction writers? Why couldnt I have my K and eat her too? Why wasnt that obsessive addiction shared by my lover? And why couldnt my unbelievably attractive shrink help to unlock those deep dark secrets of my soul and relieve me of this moral dilemma I faced every day?