Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
Seeing so many beautiful blonde women has only made me miss Alex even more. To avoid triggering my anxiety, all Goddess minors must dye their hair pink, or wear a wig until the Queen returns.
