Not Aimee, but....
... was I talking just now?
Oz ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That picture made me want to shriek in terror. It looks like the poor guy has been possessed. Or dispossessed.
dies and is dead
goes to Hell for impur thoughts re: a minor
is much cooler
My gosh . . . those eyes . . . put him and Elijah Wood together, it would be a festival of dark-haired, amazing eyed joy and wonderment.
It's sweltering here. Walking just the few blocks from my apartment to my office and back was close to unbearable. I've got my first kickball game of the season on Wednesday, and I have no idea if I'm going to be able to play in this weather.
Speaking of hot...
Ah, so that strange, distant 'sproing'-ing sound was Aimée's brain popping a few bolts.
Blimey.
Yeah, connie, I think Daniel & Elijah in the same room could create some kind of wide watery-eyed critical mass.
Hil, tomorrow is supposed to be almost as hot as today. Somewhat less hot on Wednesday.
Just discovered in my kitchen: a small metal disk, a bit smaller than a dime, imprinted with what looks like a sort of heraldic emblem of a lion holding a staff. Huh?
Body Glide is the BOMB. Thanks to recommendations here, my training walks have been so. very. much. more comfortable.