Say what's on your mind at this very moment

im telling you, it was cold, my testicles are always warm!

try talking to your remote more often.. it has needs you know!

ooh she got the cat o nine tails out!

kinkeh time!

*rolls on the floor laughing with tears and cannot stop*

The remote is mute.

No more shoving it down your pants.

Or elze no more gropingz!

.....

okays.. but it does need pants from time to time.. you can use your own..

by the way, since you're both here, go vote on that poll on the portal, will ya?

yes ma'am!

O.o I rarely wear pants. More of a shorts or skirtsy type. XD

im sure that would work fine for the remote!

....I'm starting to fear my own remote thanks to you...

yesssssss! my devious plot is working faster than i had enticipated!

I leave to play a game for an hour... and you all go crazy...? ehhh.... you probably would have gone crazy had I been here or not so...

...

....Was that a telling off? *Whimper*

you mean I am not allowed to grope you either Denisa?

I moved you people to another topic, you were going crazy

everyone is quiet again? you're out of ideas?

sorry, the news has me captivated today

what news? enlighten us too

Cold, snow, The weird dreams that the decongestants are giving me still going through my waking mind..

two nights of strange dreams tell me that the whales back visiting my home in Maui(who make folks dreams on the island go wild when they visit every year) are not limited by space and time and seek people they know dreams. Their big brains and gentle curious humor must have fun playing with our tiny litle minds..
hopes the junk in my lungs clears out fast as the crows outside talk and chatter about the eagles and hawks on their morning hunt around the grounds here. a light gauze of snow on the trees and around the fountian are more welcome sight than the rains that have accompanied this warmer than usual winter here..

Well right now... I got this airborne infantry marching song running through my head over and over again...

We’re Uncle Sammy’s nephews,
Standin’ tall and proud.
We like our beer and whiskey,
And love to sing out loud.
We’ll fight against the hadjis,
On any foreign shore.
We’ll kill a hundred thousand,
And then we’ll kill some more.

Hi-dee, di-tee, Bruce Almighty,
Who the heck are we?
Wham, bamm, we’re Uncle Sam’s,
Airborne Infantry.

We are the sons of Custer,
Raiders in the night.
Dirty little devils,
Who love to cuss and fight.
We’ll grab the farmer’s daughter,
And toss her off the pier.
We’ll swim right up against her,
And nibble on her ear.

Hi-dee, di-tee, Bruce Almighty,
Who the heck are we?
Wham, bamm, we’re Uncle Sam’s,
Airborne Infantry.

The eagle is our brother,
Symbol of our land.
When we go into battle,
He’s there to lend a hand.
He gives us inspiration,
He gives us courage too.
Mess with our dear brother,
We’re coming after you.

Hi-dee, di-tee, Bruce Almighty,
Who the heck are we?
Wham, bamm, we’re Uncle Sam’s,
Airborne Infantry.

I had a weird dream last night I am only just beginning to recall.. one of Saray's plushy wolves announced the end of the world when a giant polar bear would.. fart.. understandle, things went quite mad after that..

I have to go to the library and I feel lazy again, but I'm 4 days late with the books, so... someone make me move my lazy bum please?

*pokes your lazy bum*

I went, I WENT! >.>

good lazy bum *pet pet*