But I lives! In that fast-and-loose sense of the word that extends to people who "live" in places like Hooterville, anyway.

Fabu Vacay! Everyone should have a blueswan9, ruric and gingerpig. As it happens, I know where you can find them on the cheap. *G* Har, har.

Hey, give me a break. It's friggin' late. The shuttle ride home was straight out of Romancing the Stone ( Read more... )

I'M IN CANADA! Doin' Canada stuff. ;Þ ( Read more... )

Not much going on with me, lately. Nothing worth talking about, anyway. Even that mildly interesting slutty streak that came on a few weeks back seems to have run its course ( Read more... )

I have recently, officially coined the term "cooter-weanus ( Read more... )

Oh, for the love of Sam Trammell's sweet, round hiney! Why in the world did I wait this long to drag out the barbecue grill ( Read more... )

Aw! This is actually really sweet ( Read more... )

Sexting? I'm in favor. ;Þ

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a flight to London and Jamie Bamber was nibbling on my toes.

Waking up sucks donkey booty. I'm gonna hafta learn how to not do that. ;Þ

I'm going to spend about an hour in the foetal position, loudly sobbing and wetting myself. Who wants to hold me ( Read more... )

Somehow I managed to pooch my e-mail notification settings and just realized it.

If you've posted a comment in the last two days that you'll be heartbroken if I never see, be a love and point it out for me.

If not, don't mind me. I'll be over here in the corner, wearing my pointy "Dunce" cap and eating paste.

>_