I guess in the end, they were all triumphantly displayed in the Louvre.
Which does not display anything from the mid-nineteenth (don't know the exact date off the top of my head, sorry) century on.
I should not be surprised that this star in the writing firmament neglected to research that little fact.
CACKLING.
Man, I love the Nikita updates. They're beyond compare.
“Hmm,” he said as growing maternity boobs rubbed his taut chest, “I missed you intently my heart.”
“Yep, the kiddies are history, the room at the Ritz is booked, the sex toys are in my bag and I am wearing nothing under this Balenciaga gown.” She told him, surreptitiously sticking her tongue in his ear.
...I have no words. None.
If the whole Louvre fit inside that glass pyramid, let us just say that Winged Victory at Samothrace and a number of Egyptian mummies would be busy having their own manroot/intimate cavern moments.
Word.
Are you feeling the Linus/Rusty?
I could be convinced, if you'd like to share your theories, as Linus totally has a mancrush.
Also -- did you get my answer to your question?
Feeling much less wobbly, and yes, got your e-mail, thanks!
Are there other names for the Louvre? Not for parts of it, I mean, but other names for the whole shebang?
I've seen it called "Musée de Louvre" on official credits documentation, but I'm not aware of an entirely different name.
Shrift, I can't check from here -- I wasn't able to FTP into my subdomain the other day, and last night the entire domain appeared to be down. I'll ping you later if I find it's still a problem.
Shrift, I can't check from here -- I wasn't able to FTP into my subdomain the other day, and last night the entire domain appeared to be down. I'll ping you later if I find it's still a problem.
shriftweb.org is up and functioning at this very second.
And today, in things which make you go
whahuh?
:
I want to hear him calling my name -- my name, not T'nell's, not some anonymous stranger's name.