Yep, I sit on the floor The door is my front/only door. You can also see my enviro-friendly shopping bags, and my the bag I take to work. And then there's some of my CD's, and my idea of organised chaos underneath the desk.
Oh! I saw the girl today who molested my nipple the other night. She was horrifed, and couldn't apologuise enough. I told her it was fine (heck, I told her it was fine on the night), but she kept saying sorry. Like I said to her, if I had a dollar for everytime my nipple got lucky - I'd be a lonely bankrupt little girl.
