Staying at home is Nice.
Enjoying a nice rollie with those lovely licorice papers, tho i'm sure it will do terrible things for my cough.
As a nice contrast to all the stay-at-home I went into town today, and walking through my neighbourhood I realised that I have achieved a goal I'd never recognised in myself: my life is currently quite picturesque, and has been...
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Enjoying a nice rollie with those lovely licorice papers, tho i'm sure it will do terrible things for my cough.
As a nice contrast to all the stay-at-home I went into town today, and walking through my neighbourhood I realised that I have achieved a goal I'd never recognised in myself: my life is currently quite picturesque, and has been...
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here's me again. i'm sure no one is reading this.. just as well i guess. drunk in the new year, back in dirty old london town. so sure and yet so unsure.
just uploaded a couple of pics for the delectation of who knows who. so hi to y'all, and heppy new ye'ah.
lotto of love
x
M
just uploaded a couple of pics for the delectation of who knows who. so hi to y'all, and heppy new ye'ah.
lotto of love
x
M
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signit:
Thats a great tatt, a cross between a peacock and some sort of plant ? Any chance of bigger piccies of them ?
escottie:
wouldn't you know it...you take down the other pictures and immediately signit wants to see more.
greetings and felicitations, M. i indeed did not immediately recognize your name, but the signature is exceedingly similar to one i received in my e-mail this morning.
[[as an aside, be warned that when you mail someone here via their contact tab, your real e-mail address appears at the other end. SG doesn't warn you of that.]]
here does seems to be a place, as much as a coffee shop or neighborhood pub. the people you meet become very real, whether you're observing from a distance or talking with them.
here is so real that you can also make friends that magickly appear in real life, and even do things like touch, hear and smell them. yes, pinocchio, you CAN become a real boy!
here on the tundra of minnesota, we have a core group of 15 or 20 SG members and official Suicide Girls that get together at least once a week for breakfast, drinks, karaoke, music and what not. the SGUK group is also very active. you shouldn't hesitate....
it's currently the middle of the workday here (i'm London minus 7), so i have to get busy. but i will stop by to say hello again later....
cheers.
ss
[Edited on Jan 06, 2005 11:51AM]
greetings and felicitations, M. i indeed did not immediately recognize your name, but the signature is exceedingly similar to one i received in my e-mail this morning.
[[as an aside, be warned that when you mail someone here via their contact tab, your real e-mail address appears at the other end. SG doesn't warn you of that.]]
here does seems to be a place, as much as a coffee shop or neighborhood pub. the people you meet become very real, whether you're observing from a distance or talking with them.
here is so real that you can also make friends that magickly appear in real life, and even do things like touch, hear and smell them. yes, pinocchio, you CAN become a real boy!
here on the tundra of minnesota, we have a core group of 15 or 20 SG members and official Suicide Girls that get together at least once a week for breakfast, drinks, karaoke, music and what not. the SGUK group is also very active. you shouldn't hesitate....
it's currently the middle of the workday here (i'm London minus 7), so i have to get busy. but i will stop by to say hello again later....
cheers.
ss
[Edited on Jan 06, 2005 11:51AM]
2 days left of my 6 week sojourn in NYC. i'm ready to go home, my body might give up if i don't get rest soon. but i know i'm going to miss this place. i wish the beautiful boy had asked me to stay, but he's gone back to pine plains. sigh.
i've noticed two things i must comment on, no, three things.
first, if you read this tonight, you're not in bed. go back to bed, young lady! you need your rest!
second, the pillow stuffed behind the headboard tells a story that needs no words.
third, i keep coming back to your vices--alcoholism and one night stands. is that a veiled cry for attention and/or help? or is it perhaps more of an invitation to all comers?