(2nd Person) Going out for a drink on one's eighteenth birthday is considered to be a ritual for colts turned to stallions. Meeting a gorgeous mare looking for some young company, not so much. Are you really this lucky, or is there a catch?
Alright, my one-hundred and fifty followers, (That number is still unbelievable to me) I would again like your opinion on something. I haven,t done a blog post in sometime, mainly due to the fact that I'm not very good at making them, so I want to keep this short, explanatory, and not boring... I'll probably fail at the later, but that doesn't matter, lets start this.
There, now that I've started it, let me actually use this feature properly. To be honest and very blunt, I made this post to ask my one-hundred and forty-two followers (A number I still can't believe) a question.
I am not superstitious, but this one gave troubles no other chapter has ever even come close to giving me. You all most likely received an update for my story, only to look and find nothing. The reason behind this, was that I, in my perfect hand-eye coordination, pressed the publish button on chapter 13 a few weeks ago, attempting to hit the edit button, which was right next to it.
Alright, I don't wish to burden you all, so I will attempt to convey my message simply.
You all know that I have done nearly nothing since my last response to comments on Sweet and Salty, and it is not like me to not speak with my fans. The reason is simple, I don't want to converse with you all when I am emotionally... troubled.
Tight beans. Skål!