I mean, help you pick out your clothes before we go out.
Not that you're helpless, but sometimes, sometimes those are the things that being in love's about.
It's so great, because it's about dropping the pretense, you know? You don't need to just show up all "done" any more.
otherwise there'd be petticoats leaking out of her nose.
As opposed to the water that damn near hit my monitor after reading that.
But I would not object to sharing the brain with Jilli, as long as she doesn't mind a little sawdust in the corners.
Which reminds me that it's been a while since I had that wonderful spongey teff bread from the Ethiopean restaurant in Central Square.
I wonder if they deliver....
Jesse's got the Princely back. Good job.
Oh my god, they do deliver!
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Jesse's got the Princely back. Good job.
I do what I can.
t /modest
I love that song. There's nothing gender-bendy or even effeminate about it. It's about intimacy. About wanting to know and be more.
Timelies all!
I hope that first letter was a joke, but I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't. (People? can be very stupid about such things. Look at the groups who protest sex ed classes that dare to say homosexuality is normal)
Prince is Prince. He is like unto Jack Sparrow, in that he is Prince-sexual, and all others are mere pleasant diversions.
Yes! Where were you when I was trying to explain the Princeosity of the Prince on Superbowl weekend and all I could come up with was "buh buh buh - he' s
Prince.
What don't you understand?"
Necessity, the mother of invention, has just poured me a Bacardi Apple and tonic, and lo, it is
good.
Actually, it was kind of a joint effort between necessity and outrage. At my landlords. But it worked, unlike the freaking elevator for the past two days.
ita, will you get to do this during bodyguard training/reality show?