The kitchen floor?br
9:13 pm Friday, 12th December, 2003
I'm not sure what's so horny/kinky about kitchen floor but I often find myself in there, thinking of what utensils I could use to make my afternoon fiddle more interesting. So today I smoked a cigarette by the back door, the phone was ringing but the door was closed so I didn't hear it until too late. As I was hurrying to put fag out, burnt my, recently (and beautifully) painted, finger nail; of course phone stopped just as I got to it. HAD to get down on the kitchen floor right there and then just to make myself feel better.
