Happy Valentines!
Lemming that I am: love me or hate me. Or both. Preferably both.
Omgzzzz I killed my hair. I took off like, four inches. It went from long, sleek sex tool to short, sassy sex tool. Am still getting used to the fact that I don't need a whole handful of shampoo just to get it all suds up. And hair gel is my new friend. :) Picspam, perhaps, if I can find my digicam and am feeling un-ogre-ish.
So Timmeh got me a NEW TELEVISION for Valentines because he is the bestest fiance EVAR and he broke my old one. He's still not told me what he wants for Valentines, so I'll have to go with my old stand-by - sexy lingerie and a night of the hawt sexxorz. I dun think he shall complain. *smirky smirk*
Valentine-type cards are... not sent, unfortunately, because Gin is poor and has not had the money to buy stamps. Damn The Man for taking all my money.
I'm sure I had much more to tell you all, but I've forgotten it in my usual blonde fashion. Except that I love you all more than words or pictures or frantic hand gestures could describe. And someday when I am rich and/or famous, I will send you all two dozen roses on Valentine's Day every year until I am dead. Or poor again. Whichever happens first. :)
Omgzzzz I killed my hair. I took off like, four inches. It went from long, sleek sex tool to short, sassy sex tool. Am still getting used to the fact that I don't need a whole handful of shampoo just to get it all suds up. And hair gel is my new friend. :) Picspam, perhaps, if I can find my digicam and am feeling un-ogre-ish.
So Timmeh got me a NEW TELEVISION for Valentines because he is the bestest fiance EVAR and he broke my old one. He's still not told me what he wants for Valentines, so I'll have to go with my old stand-by - sexy lingerie and a night of the hawt sexxorz. I dun think he shall complain. *smirky smirk*
Valentine-type cards are... not sent, unfortunately, because Gin is poor and has not had the money to buy stamps. Damn The Man for taking all my money.
I'm sure I had much more to tell you all, but I've forgotten it in my usual blonde fashion. Except that I love you all more than words or pictures or frantic hand gestures could describe. And someday when I am rich and/or famous, I will send you all two dozen roses on Valentine's Day every year until I am dead. Or poor again. Whichever happens first. :)