Thank you all for the extensive flattery. I'm drinking it up!
Fay, you will be ridiculously gorgeous regardless, but I think you would make a lovely redhead. And I bet you could get some high-quality henna where you are!
Now off to try to do my homework. Class four hours a night four days a week is going to be... trying. Especially in terms of getting the homework done.
(Oh, and I'm sure you're not crap at the kissing/etc., Fay. But I know what you mean. After enough of a dry spell, you do feel like you've regressed, don't you? And then the nervous fumblings that were endearing as a 17-year-old maybe aren't so great on a 30-year-old and oh dear I've given myself a complex. But I'm sure you're fine!)
No one in the world can be as bad as this guy I kissed once.
He kissed like an epileptic turtle. I can't describe it without physical movement. It was appalling.
So don't worry, Fay. I'm sure you're a fabu kissah.
Fay, you doofus, didn't you kiss him already? And aren't you going out a second time? That proves the fellow liked kissing you. Kiss Erat Demonstrandum. Believe me, if you were no good at it, there would be no second date.
Emily--your new hair color really makes your eyes look deep and beautiful!
Happy hunting in the Big Yard in the Sky to Arthur, who sounds like a sweetheart.
threesome with GC
Yeah, it just kinda makes you sigh and...yeah.
I once kissed a guy that was like kissing a knothole. Fay must havce done ok if there is a second date. I have spoken, thus it is true.
I loved the pictures of emily - and the last one was my favorite too.
Glad today is a better day Erin.
and I glareing at Connie's landlords.
and happy for Andi and Dan
and saying yay for vw - she gets to spend time with the kids. tireing and crazy maybe, but the time will pass quickly.
after doctors appointment yesterday( nomilnaly it was a pap - however, cholesteral, diabetes, high blood pressure, and asthma ( back on advair - which is good) were all discussed) , today I go to the dentist. whee
I forgot ...
my best to arther's people I hope he has found my Bert boy and they are playing...
I had a dream last night about the friend who died last week. Actually, the dream seemed to be more about me as Ashton Kutcher (very confusing), but there was an interlude at a party where I (as me) ran into this friend, and we talked about what had happened and how she'd almost died but not quite, and meanwhile I was still getting emails about her memorial service. It's not so strange that I dreamed about her, but very strange that the content of the dream was so close to waking life -- which is to say, what we talked about was what I know did happen, and the emails were exactly the emails I got. I'd like to think it means something, although I suppose it probably just means that it's finally sunk in.
I dream a lot about a friend who died ten years ago. Which is... weird.
We had some issues that never got resolved - we had a falling out for a few years, and then later I didn't want to bring up the issues while he was dying.
