Wrongsville.

[naamah_darling]

I posted this memory as a reply in metaquotes, but I don't want you guys to miss it. The story has some deep relevance, and I think it might help you to find some kind of meaning in life. It says important things about art and communication and true love and snowballing your girlfriend. Failing that, it's funny as hell, and I don't want to lose track of

Comments

[elialshadowpine]

ROFLMAO!!!

... why the hell does this sound so familiar?

Down to the "Right, can we NOT?" regarding m/m ...

*shakes head*

You're sure our males aren't related or something? :P

[stormerider]

*snickers*

[elialshadowpine]

And what're you snickering about? :P

[naamah_darling]

I wonder. Is it like, a big fuzzy guy genetic thing? 'Cause that's kind of funny.

I've also always found it amusing that he calls me "dude." He does NOT do that to other women.

[theryk]

THAT'S weird...I've always had the same feeling about Jill Sobule's song "I Kissed A Girl"....

[naamah_darling]

I wonder why. . . !

[fiere]

I always start talking loudly if one of the parents walk in while I'm listening to that song. :> For some reason I always heard it as a het blowjob, though. Possibly because her male bass player makes all sorts of inappropriate noises during the instrumental bit?

[levi]

You have some of the best conversations ever. *loves on you*

[liminalia]

*points to icon*
Why does the gay apocalypse involve flaming kitten heads?

[naamah_darling]

Parachuting kittens ensure widespread dispersion of glitter. It all makes sense.