Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Yeah, I'm doing it.
Even though I'm utter-fucking-shit at mailing things to people, be one of the first five people to respond to this and I'll send you something.

fairyarmadillo, you're exempt, as I still owe you about 18 packages.
Anybody I see on a semi-regular basis is also exempt. I'll buy you some gum or something the next time I see you.

The addendum to this is that the person has to post it in their journal in order to actually get something from me.

We'll see if that's true.

REASON 18,211 TO LOVE THE INTERWEBS: It sends you cookies.




Okay, technically it was his_hamstress, but since I know her only through The Interwebs, you can see how I made that connection.

Also, Sara and I ate a few before taking this picture.

Also, yes we ate cookies that came through the mail from a complete stranger and we think they even have almond extract in them which makes me think cyanide, but I haven't died and they're delicious, so...

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