oh javachick, that sucks. I'm sorry. I hope things go better than you think they will.
'Sleeper'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, Java. Here's a good stiff drink for you, love.
no need to delete- unless you want to
not a thread killer, it has been quiet all night
A 21-year-old would like these gifts, yes?
Hell yeah!
I was just reading somebody's rather edenic summer memories.
I remember reading Daisy's fond stories of summers spent with her grandparents.
Anybody, want to share some summer stories? Homemade ice cream, long bicycle rides, floating downriver on inner tubes, rope swings, tree houses, coming home with library books, late dinners on the back porch, fireflies, listening to baseball on the radio...
What have you got?
Those sound like perfect gifts for a 21 year old. I'll have to remember that for when Kelly turns 21 (less than a year now).
No hugs or brackets, but lots of love to ya.
Ima give you hugs whether you want them or not! Okay, I won't if you really don't want them. How about long distance puppy love?
Dear god, I miss fireflies. When I went back east a couple of years ago, in July, I left the hotel early on the morning I was coming back to Utah and stopped dead at the sight of the early mist rising from the hills. I'd forgotten what a high ambient moisture content does, and I'd forgotten how beautiful a summer morning could be.
Fuck me. I brought over neighbor cat. Now I can't find the keys. She hates my crew.
We played Flashlight Tag every night after dinner during the summer. This statue [link] was home base. To the right of is was a concrete channel where one lake sent into another, behind is an underpass leading to the bigger lake and more statues and paths (I lived in a New Town and there were lots of paths, modern architecture and art all over the joint).
Between 10-15 of us played each night and it was so much fun. Moments of holding still all alone in the dark, hoping you were safe, and then moments of adrenaline pumping like mad as you saw the flashlight beam getting closer, and planned a getaway.
javachik, I'm in Oakland. Don't hesitate, and all.