
MEMBER SINCE: May 2004
occupation: Professional lurker, do-er of many things.
crush: She knows.
makes me sad: Homophobia, corruption.
sign: Aries sun & moon
makes me happy: My friends truly enjoying life and living up to their potential.
stats: not very
i lost my virginity: a while ago.
gets me hot: Fingers and tongues, tactile exploration, big words, intellectual challenges, flirting, dancing, more words.
body mods: Just ears. Contemplating others.
into: Reading, dressing up, dancing, flirting, people watching, philosophical conversations.
Extreme. Celebrity. Detox.
Three words that should never be put together, and in the undesirable eventuality in which they are, should not be the name of a television programme. I started watching it because it was after Desperate Housewives (which is trashy but rather fun, and it is very easy for me to get drawn into TV things even though it happens very rarely, and I don't really like it.) and left because my giggling at it was disturbing people who actually wanted to watch.
Somebody came into the shop today who was surprised that I did not iron my teatowels (don't concern yourselves with how we got onto the topic.) Another one whose voice sounded disturbingly like that of Salad Fingers, I had a hard job not coming out with "Hello young child, where do you keep the sesame seeds .... oh, I see. In that case, before I go I will caress this refrigerator." and giggling. There were also numerous sensible people who came in to buy foodstuffs and generally partake of the tense atmosphere that results from a manager's broken arm, a lurking ex-husband and indiscriminate snarking. It really wasn't that bad, I was just sad that I was too tired, by the end, to go the the decor-making session at Maelstrom that I had promised to attend.
Three words that should never be put together, and in the undesirable eventuality in which they are, should not be the name of a television programme. I started watching it because it was after Desperate Housewives (which is trashy but rather fun, and it is very easy for me to get drawn into TV things even though it happens very rarely, and I don't really like it.) and left because my giggling at it was disturbing people who actually wanted to watch.
Somebody came into the shop today who was surprised that I did not iron my teatowels (don't concern yourselves with how we got onto the topic.) Another one whose voice sounded disturbingly like that of Salad Fingers, I had a hard job not coming out with "Hello young child, where do you keep the sesame seeds .... oh, I see. In that case, before I go I will caress this refrigerator." and giggling. There were also numerous sensible people who came in to buy foodstuffs and generally partake of the tense atmosphere that results from a manager's broken arm, a lurking ex-husband and indiscriminate snarking. It really wasn't that bad, I was just sad that I was too tired, by the end, to go the the decor-making session at Maelstrom that I had promised to attend.














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