I still can't believe I pulled that off. Maybe I have some of my brother's skills (he's fucking scary at manipulating people to agree with him) if not his confidence.
Miss Louise just called me to crow and "praise Jesus, the Lord." (She's very religious and I respect that, even if I don't share it.) I don't know that it was a divine intervention as slicking of palms and manipulation in ways I don't think were completely, um, unselfish on several parts, my own included, but if it makes her happy and feel like something went right, well, I guess that's enough. And if she believes her God led me to pull what I did for a better end, well, ok, I guess.
I started calling him Streaker at the vets because he bolted from the room given the chance and left the other vet spinning on one foot in HIS private office as he ran between his feet. But that's a nickname. He's dignified, but a kitten and very ...I dunno. Pointy. Long. Lean.
sarameg, I am relieved that you got Streaker Felix. The other people don't sound very trustworthy.
I think I'm in love with Brian Austin Green. That's not shameful anymore, is it?
I think I'm in love with Brian Austin Green. That's not shameful anymore, is it?
Nope. He seems to have developed into just your type of guy.
OMG can BAG and JT be in something together? seriously. bonus points if they can be extra dorky.
I think you and ita would expire.
I need to go to bed. But I'm still too wired.
I would like a sugarparent to get me cable and the full NFL package. also a house boy. and if possible a weekly massage. and if it's not too much trouble anti-cathair invention for my duvet cover.
