redskull

le feu et moi sont les amis. je pense toujours aux dragons tandis que je dors. merci pour votre mots.

i have to say that the fact that you like the blitz, and actually know who they are...makes you pretty damn sexy in my book...
although i may have to agree with strawbettie on this one...

haha i messed up your journal. that's for not putting me as a crush. sucka.

for some reason i picture you, alone at your workplace, listening to def leppard and judas priest as loud as possible on a shitty boombox, with subway wrappers strewn about, and every now and then you laying your head down on your desk, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, for 15 minute catnaps. do yourself a favour and go home and take more snappy pictures of yourself. it's a much better mental image than above...
xo

what are they saying to eachother, your dragon pals?

i like your face.

just to clarify things, the spruce tree to the left of the picture is the transmorgrification coach; i'm the tree on the right. this is the best present ever, red!

i'm sure i've got an old pair of hers around here somewhere...
(*shoves hand in drawer full of pilfered panties...pulls out a pair of underroos*)
you want'em?

update:

just learned that I need to come in an hour early tomorrow.

and again on saturday morning.

just had a meeting with a client who's breath smelled like latex. I can't begin to come to grips with how very wrong that is. Latex breath at 6:30 pm is wrong in the business world.

It just aint right, I can't stress that enough.

I'll be seeing him again on sat. morning, I hope he doesnt have rubberbreath then too.

i can't tell you how wrong the whole latex breath at 6:30 in a business environment is? so THAT'S why i didn't get that job in the bank!

*breathless*

wow. i LOVE that song.

i used to know this leatherboy who did a dead on halford karaoke at the gay bar in hamilton, you should have seen the hand jive that went with this song.
where the fuck have you been hiding for the last ten years?

HSV 1 ?

yep herpes simplex virus #1.
I got the whole collection.
I'm breeding fantabulous new simplexes in petrie dishes at my bedside. I'm using Cassandra the Kissing Bandit as a carrier for all my new strains.
HSV #8 will be a big hit next year.
Its blue!

i always felt i had a way of blocking out the day to day. there's always much to comprehend. distrations are a wondrous friend. the stars reflected on the lake. i pissed upon the sky. i never felt so alive. the day we left the world behind. & i have neither need nor care of ever going back to where...i had neither need nor care.

please tell me you are getting a very large bonus from work this year! i can't believe you had to go into work during your weekend with company! and don't worry about too much "hysteria", i was on a kick a few weeks ago and i came through it pretty much unscathed. (except for my predisposition to one armed men)
i see from your latest profile descriptions that you are also wearing your pissy pants. i've been wearing mine for about a week now, with saturday night watching spinal tap being the one exception. it's hard for me to be all wizened up like this though, it's my natural instinct to shrug off most of the crud...i have to work really really hard to be a prune. we can be prunes together, at least until one of us cracks (no pun intended.)
( HA! made ya laugh.)
-mtlqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!

That anatomically correct marble statue of me was supposed to go in the spare corner, remember? I do believe that was the "creativity/offspring/projects" area according to the bagua for your apartment...only fitting that a representation of your muse goes there.

no shit. is everything ok there, g?

p.s. the highhorse is buckin you off...

Geez, you're so much cooler than my real friends. And that has *nothing* to do with the assless chaps. K?

no snow here but the weather is rokken!



;-)