Today at work…the normal camera overdose.
Fuzzy dreams of a trip along a winding mountain road. It seemed that the trip was as fun as the destination, but I don’t recall where we were going. Woke up to Newt dropping a rubber lizard on my forehead this morning. He’s not a big one for fetching them, though…he’ll hockey it around over the floor, and then walk away when he’s done with it. He didn’t bring it back for me to toss again, but did return to bed for snuggles.
enticing thoughts of her touch
Neato Irish Curse Generator.
English: May an infectious disease gnaw at your secret bower.
Irish: Go gcreime galar tógálach do ghrianán rúnda.
Phonetic: guh GREH-muh GAH-luhr TOE-gah-luhkh duh GHREE-uh-nawn ROON-duh.
The Super Zaxxon World Record has been broken. So has he been anywhere since 1983? How will he adapt to his new world and surroundings? Will he need to be reconditioned, and slowly released into our new society, or is he doomed to live life in a special enclosed environment for his own safety?
Random Scotto (& his Bro) Factoid: We both frequently shock people with a level of amiability and politeness. I think that’s one of the better qualities passed on to us via our parents.
A year ago – Moonflower haiku, bus rides, tulpa-folk, what do people see quiz (I like blackhellcat’s answer.), miss cleo got in trubbah, quiet apartments
Two Years Ago – Snorks vs. Smurfs, recovering from sickies, lovey-loves, butch or femme.