it all seems to be a work in progress, my dear.
under construction. awaiting orders. out of service. choose an alternate route. buggered to hell. temporarily out of order. in the shop.
i'm rambling. sometime i'll stop.
all i meant to do was stop by and say 'hi' and try to get a smile out of you.
The hand basket is the younger cousin of the easter basket and mistress or the bread basket, distant relative of the infamous waste basket. some call it a non-stop basket episode of Beverly Hills 90210.
Of all the winter clothing available to the crazies who live in cold places, there is one article never adequately marketed for its heating properties. The vibrating panties.
I feel for your coldness. Your roommate is asleep. Turn on the heat and say it was the tea demon.
under construction. awaiting orders. out of service. choose an alternate route. buggered to hell. temporarily out of order. in the shop.
i'm rambling. sometime i'll stop.
all i meant to do was stop by and say 'hi' and try to get a smile out of you.
that's all.
imagine seeing you here.
come here often?
yes, we are lazy, but not afflicted. Just addicted. Like the 'Bad religion' song from way back over yonder.
I feel for your coldness. Your roommate is asleep. Turn on the heat and say it was the tea demon.
It's fun.
And I lose very well.
It's also strip literati. I'm down to my shoes and headband (I was sweatign to the 80's earlier)...
i'll be back.
semantics is the name.
kedans79 is my .... name.
lame finishes rule!
and o'doyle too. he also rules.
strangely enough, i woke up with
i wonder if everyone used an open textbook as a pillow, if they'd be more rested in the mornings?
-katie