I need to have crazy sex. No, not getting tourettic, but I've got music on, you know, and the singer is singing about "the scent of passion" and my mind went to a purple-perfume-bottle place. That's sad, huh?

That's sad, huh?

There's nothing sad about wanting crazy sex. That's right and proper.

Well, the "scent of passion" as a phrase is already fairly purple, so going to the Liz Taylor Perfume Place isn't shocking.

I want to see juliana with a tall real life Oz. Is that wrong? He's not lumberjacky at all, but his issues are monthly, yet he does try to work them out. And when she was kissing him, he'd be kissing her.

t carrots The Boy comes across as very Oz-ian, but he's actually more like Xander, at least in terms of his self-image.

But still. Oz + Xander isn't a bad combination at all.

t /carrots

No, that part isn't sad, Hec. It's that I thought it was "scent of Passion"(Although I used to really like that one a lot.) And, yeah, Plei, that's true.

nekkid Daniel Radcliffe

I'm sorry? You were saying?

HEY! Waitaminnit!

Jeez. You're like Randy; getting stuck in a mental loop when you think of that.

Plus boozy lawyers, sweet old coots, poor little rich boys, dippy little emo boys, boys in eyeliner, boys with boobs, and an ex-con hairdresser who's my Jager buddy. We have quite the cross section of humanity up at the bar.

We got short skirts,
We got high techs,
Blue collar boys and rednecks.
We got lovers, Lotsa lookers,
I've even seen dancin' girls and hookers.
And we like to drink our beer from a Mason jar....

Sorry. Moment.

we do grow them sexy 'round here.

Where do you think I got my lumberjacks with issues fetish?

Jilli has someone she wants you to meet, but he's up here in pesky Seattleland...

Which means we need to work even harder on luring juliana up here.

~ma and hugs to all that need or want them. Be warned, they might come with a side-order of Grrrr!, for lo, I am a crankygoth today. Cranky enough that I decided to ignore all concepts of nutrition and go get french fries from the cafeteria.

I will try to talk Pete into scanning some old photos so I can post them. No, no childhood pix, but they are photos documenting my Big Hair days.

Will winning this arguement get me what I want in the long run. it is really rare that the answer to that question is win at any cost.

Forgot to say - this is a concept I've been struggling with myself, but I am much happier when I let go of any notion of "winning".

they are photos documenting my Big Hair days.

Whoo!

Instead of spending Sunday afternoon napping, like I normally do outside of football season, I might get around to starting the long-delayed "organize my photos" project, including hooking up my scanner and get the best ones into the computer.

You have all inspired me!