hi i wanted my girlfriend on the favorite ladies thing but the website wouldn't let the ladies if i didn't have five ladies so i made her add some ladies i hope the ladies don't mind.
TO ALL THE LAYDEEZ: my boyfriend is not a creepy crawdiddle. i have explained to him the bounteous charm and wit of each of you, and he is now as big a fan as i am. he is still too timid to look at the show a little spread the leg. we are working on this.
prom was fun. everyone was quite nice though since i'm terribly new to the site and largely unknown to most in attendance. siv and i should have some pictures in a few.
went and hung out in downtown toronto today. the street vendor food here is surprisingly excellent. dogslife got his tattoo cherry popped. ginny found the holy grail of all parking spots .a homeless... Read More
Hey man, it was nice meeting you at prom and chatting the chit chat. Gald you had a good time. Hope you guys come visit again soon and here's hoping you succeed in defecting.
eventually, due to financial restraints and the fact i wanted to drop the 'sniffles the" part off the moniker, i gave up the domain. at the moment i'm hosting it all on girlsarewebsafe.com/sniffles/, until i can find another more suitable place to put that and the new stuff i'll be recording this year.
You managed to not only meet but exceed and improve upon the suggestions I made on a certain design.
Know this!
One day in the future, I will call upon your services. It will involve you and your Special Lady Friend flying westward and living in, the very definition, of luxury. I will pay you in platinum (which your SLF will use to go on daily shopping sprees) and champagne showers. All you need do is continue to exhibit the flawless work you have presented thus far.
you know, i didn't know that. but i'm not surprised.
i live in northampton, too. did you know THAT?
i'm busy writing term papers, too. i just want it all to be done with. no more hume for me! i am also hard at work inducing the appropriate amount of brain damage so as to join the fortunate masses for whom ignorance of bliss. this has been a years long endeavor. i am beginning to wonder at my success rate. it's not promising.
There is nothing to say. What, maybe, "good work, chum!" and a slap on your tweed clad shoulder? Sorry, didn't mean to make you spill your tea. Well, back to the foxhunt!
I set out to make this year one of great creative output too, but I've hit more than a few stumbling blocks. The one that keeps tripping me up is my silly academic mind. For 5 years I worked at being a literary critic par excellence, but since finishing school I've had to begin cleaning out most of those critical apparatuses to make room for the bizarre machinery of artistic creation. It's scary, this process of devaluing the talents I used to pride myself on while floundering aimlessly in a new, boundless arena. I've found an intellectual overhaul to be no mean feat.
And now I'm dealing with the nagging feeling that I'm working in an obsolete medium.
(edited to make the following observation: I view your magnum opus and all I can say is, "yeah man, I like to do artsy shit too." I believe there's a gallows somewhere for people like me.)
i'm going to call the Daughters of the American Revolution and hope that they and the SOLM get in a full-on, knock-down, drag-out West Side Story battle.
in the "you kind of had to be there, but i'm glad you weren't" category.... it's almost impossible to relay this anecdote in an amusing manner since it was so completely feckin' ridiculous in the first place...
siv and i were about to go out and do a photoshoot for our favorite lil' italian magazine, when i pulled the worst move ever in the pants... Read More
that's good.
i've already wandered in and started pretending to know whats going on.
thanks for the heads up by the way- i had no idea siv even even knew i existed, let alone know me wll enough to give the seal of approval.
I shall go and say nice things to her, as soon as i think of somthing that isnt blatantly sycophantic or so tiresome that she falls off her chair and ends up in the farthest reaches of outer space.
now why can't stuff like this happen to me? there are never any witnesses around when i make an utter ass of myself, and you gotta know that makes for amusing dinner conversation...
PS. Those are some fine, fine laydeez. Me, I love a little spread the leg.