Ah, dreams...
Once upon a time, there was a Man born to Barahir named...James? Yes, that's what I dreamt about, and it was very abstract and strange, but Luthien was very, very attractive. Part of my brain is now in love with my mental image.
Still disgustingly sick, still confused about personal relationship issues, and still incredibly tired. Nothing more to report to the masses. Oh, and this slogan/subliminal message generator has given me a raunchy good time:
James Really Satisfies.
(That is now my slogan. It's quite appropriate, I think.)
Because So Much Is Riding On Your James.
(This makes me sound a bit promiscuous.)
You Press the James, We Do the Rest.
(Absolutely no comment.)
Do The James.
(Rock on.)
Please Don't Squeeze The James.
(Oh, by all means, ignore that one.)
James Is Good For You.
(Oh, yes.)
Still disgustingly sick, still confused about personal relationship issues, and still incredibly tired. Nothing more to report to the masses. Oh, and this slogan/subliminal message generator has given me a raunchy good time:
James Really Satisfies.
(That is now my slogan. It's quite appropriate, I think.)
Because So Much Is Riding On Your James.
(This makes me sound a bit promiscuous.)
You Press the James, We Do the Rest.
(Absolutely no comment.)
Do The James.
(Rock on.)
Please Don't Squeeze The James.
(Oh, by all means, ignore that one.)
James Is Good For You.
(Oh, yes.)