I'm not the someone I thought I was going to be, and I can't make the someone that I am good enough.
This makes my heart ache with recognition and empathy.
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I'm not the someone I thought I was going to be, and I can't make the someone that I am good enough.
This makes my heart ache with recognition and empathy.
{{{{{{{{{{{{Maria}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I'm not the someone I thought I was going to be, and I can't make the someone that I am good enough.
Oh, honey. Totally what Beej said.
{{{Maria}}}
Also, {{{vw's poor throat}}}.
t feels up Maria
What? We were hugging and stuff...
I'm not the someone I thought I was going to be, and I can't make the someone that I am good enough.
This makes my heart ache with recognition and empathy.
God, yes.
{{{Maria}}}
My tapes say:
I should be nicer, since I'm not really attractive or a genius.
I'm gonna die an old dried up wreck at this keyboard.
If I don't have to find a crate first
Why do I have these interests that underline that I'm an unlovable freak of nature? Why can't I care about normal things?
I'm smart because I'm not pretty.
Thanks everyone. Including you, Trudes. A good grope can often cure what ails you.
I suppose this melancholia is not helped by the weather in DC today (cold, dark and rainy), and listening to David Gray on the iPod. And it's certainly not going to be helped by the FridayAfternoonBeforeAThreeDayWeekend drive on I-270.
I'm bored, and want to go home now.
Can I?
Sure, I am. Then again, it's 7:05 pm here.
Just to show that it's not always about me...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAIL!!!!!!
Lee, yes