Man, a zillion bucks needs to land on Burrell and family with a rider that they have to move here!

:( I never got sex at a wedding... Course most of the ones of recent were Lesbian ceremonies.... go figure why I didn't

Hell, I didn't even get it at my own! (We were way too tired from the wedding to do much other than flop into bed on our wedding night. We're lame.)

(We were way too tired from the wedding to do much other than flop into bed on our wedding night. We're lame.)

You're not lame--you're me and DH!

(We were way too tired from the wedding to do much other than flop into bed on our wedding night. We're lame.)

You're not lame--you're me and DH!

Suddenly I am envisioning an alternate universe in which the Fundies are so in control of society that there are a whole lot more weddings at which the newly married couple are both virgins, and so virginal that they have barely kissed - and yet in this universe, no one cares about sexual orientation - so lesbian and gay couples happily marry, and have all the same fun of being as freaked by OMG!FirstTime!WeddingNight jitters as any Regency Romance heroine.

Right. I need sleep. Sorry about the brain leakage.

Man, a zillion bucks needs to land on Burrell and family with a rider that they have to move here!

I wish. Do you happen to have any magic powers?

I have got some serious creeps going on. Quick: someone tell me there's no such thing as ghosts.

edit: or better yet, tell these ghosts!

If one of them asks you if you're a god, say yes.

luckily they don't talk to me. They just invade my personal space. Or I'm crazy. Possibly both.

bye bye ghosties. I'm heading for home in a few.

See, Laga, what you need is a nice hot Winchester boy to sort out these ghosts for you.

As to whether there are such things - well, I've never encountered any, but I know a lot of people who have, so who knows? I'm going with "give out good vibes" as the best approach, if you don't manage to get hold of a hot Winchester boy or two. (That's what we were supposed to do in my old classroom, which is apparently in the most haunted bit of the school. But in Thailand, EVERYTHING is ghostadelic. Including the trees. Maybe especially the trees.)

anyone care for a shag then? To make up for all those unshagged weddings we attended?

What an excellent notion!

...

...Oh. You're all asleep now, aren't you? Well fine.

pouts

(Meanwhile, I have just finished teaching. My new class? Still damn cute, it must be said.)

I ain't afraida no ghosts!

I am, however, completely unable to fall asleep. Yet not quite awake enough to do anything productive, either.