Script here! Extra! Extra! Read all about it! And just like that, a newsboy cap suddenly appeared on my head as if by magic. I’m back with a new script, and it’s suspiciously similar to the last one that I posted here. Got about 100% of the way through writing it, promptly went to bed, and didn’t realize that fact until the next day. Evidently I didn’t get the thought of having my body commandeered for cuddles out of my system the first go around. Hopefully they’re different enough that no one minds.

The bigness of the big thighdea is strictly metaphorical, just in case someone read the title of the post, and is feeling like their thighs are inadequate for any reason. All thighs are worthy of love, regardless of whatever form they may take. Should really get on my soapbox if I’m going to give an impassioned plea about body positivity. Give me a moment… that's better. Now that I’m higher up, my point is suddenly more valid. Mhmm, that’s totally how this works. What matters the most is the person a pair of thighs is attached to!

In more generalized positivity, thank you for clicking on this post! Hope you’re all enjoying whatever spare Halloween candy you’ve still got laying around (accidental callback to the rambles inside the script). Did you know that Smarties have two of their six different flavors dedicated to orange?! Obviously the orange colored one, makes perfect sense. But the white Smarty is orange and cream! Also the green Smarty is strawberry of all things! Old timey candy hurts my brain.

On that note, I think I’m going to go eat an actual meal, one that’s not exclusively sugar based. Let’s be generous, and call that character development. Definitely not rationing my dwindling candy supplies. You’re all wonderful people, and I’ll catch you on the flip side! Genuinely have no idea what that is actually supposed to mean beyond being a farewell, but I felt inspired by the old timey candy to use a dated saying. Food, I’m getting distracted. Abrupt goodbye!