'Sleeper'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
orange tabbies are wonderful
Mine, too, although he's more yellow than orange. He's not dumb, precisely, more incredibly neurotic. If you leave a pair of pants on the floor, for instance, he has to approach it with caution, work his way toward it, and sniff it thoroughly before deciding it's (probably) not a threat.
Tom - Good to see you're an observant reader. ;)
And to all the at people, I really want one again! I'm a bit uncertain about where I'll be after January - my lease is up and trying to find a roomie has been horrible - but I would like another little fuzzy thing to come home to. And who can deal swift death to any insect invaders.
Just invoke my feline luck. I got one cat intentionally, when I first moved to Baltimore, before I even got a bed. The other three? Yeah, not my call, they just landed against my protests. I'm a sucker. I blame my parents for the latest (Pumpkin, who my mom named, damn her.)
Hello and welcome, cliomusing!
you all seem like fairly awesome people
It's true. Save for the occasional unfairly awesome person.
@tommyrot Maybe if we found a very low, easy to climb tree. :)
Technically, a hollow log would count too.
You crazy-nature lover lovers! I like kissing whilst on a nice, soft, warm couch.
Although..back in the day...ahem. I Have Stories.
Oh fun! Hi, and welcome, cliomusing.
I have to admit--I'm really happy right now!
Just wanted to see that posted again.
Although..back in the day...ahem. I Have Stories.
Heh. I lost my virginity in a '73 Mercury Marquis Brougham. (The front passenger seat could recline to almost horizontal.)
Someone tell cliomusing that we have a fanfic thread.
Me? Lost it in a 1976 AMC Hornet (in 1990!!) with a wonky horn wire that randomly went off and a hole in the floor board. In a graveyard, at night, after drinking McCormick vodka with a water chaser, smoking Marlboro Lights in a soft pack because hard packs didn't exist yet, listening to The Cure.
I cracked the windshield with my foot, and had to tell my dad that kids were throwing rocks at my car. He was too tall to stretch out across the seat, so we opened a car door and I fell in medias res onto a snow-covered grave.
Heh. And THAT, my friends, is how I was initiated into the tender joys of sex.
SO CLICHE!!!