BLATANT RIP-OFF

*sniggers while thieving the love monkey's latest post... it's as much mine as yours hunnybunch...*

freaky love monkey says:
on a completely other note - you seen tequila mockingbird's halloween header? very cute

frogstar says:
nope...

freaky love monkey says:
she has the _best_ fonts ever

frogstar says:
i'm gonna have a squizz now

freaky love monkey says:
eww

freaky love monkey says:
oh, a _squizz_

frogstar says:
ooooooooo! cute!

frogstar says:
she writes so well....

freaky love monkey says:
soooo well

freaky love monkey says:
*jealous*

frogstar says:
*jealous too*

freaky love monkey says:
yeah well.. we should probably just get off our arses and write _anything_ for our own blogs..

freaky love monkey says:
crap, my last post was over a week ago..

freaky love monkey says:
and yours was a quizz on hand guns!

freaky love monkey says:
weirdo

frogstar says:
heh

frogstar says:
give me a topic and i'll write a post right now

freaky love monkey says:
what happened to the 'trees I have hugged' idea?

frogstar says:
i need a botanical dictionary for that

freaky love monkey says:
*eyebrow*

freaky love monkey says:
oo-er

frogstar says:
pinus radiata, and all that jazz

freaky love monkey says:
*sniggers* you said pinus

MMM, GUNS....

Sig Sauer P226. Greatest gun ever! Feel special.
Beautiful and reliable but can still scare the
living bejesus outta anyone.


What handgun are you?
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HERE, NOW

a new day, a new look. greener and blacker. like the chocolate... mmmmmm. but i digress...
hooray for a fishbrain to be picked like a chicken carcass.
thoughts of the ferrety one, and mister shall-take-no-bull... and the girl who pieces the picture together. *mmm*
bad dreams, fucking with my waking hours, missed encounter with a very old and very dear friend, hesitency about another imminent reunion.
a haunting photo on my desktop, a few too many phonecalls to return (but i don't WANT to), a myriad of images in my head that i hope will make it onto paper one day.
two glasses of red wine down (a little too sweet, but the fire and company made it all very pleasant), and a drive home to look forward to.
sweet dreams, my pretties.
x

o, sorry, i've lost all previous comments... don't blame me, i'm at a loss when it comes to hinky-templatular issues.

here i am: home from a truly awful staff meeting
stood up for my opinion
resulting in tears for me

received a love letter

felt self destructive
let my alter ego wreak havoc in my life

made love to a beautiful woman
was made love to in return

didn't eat enough
but answered some questions

drew for the first time in i don't know how long

decided to let myself be weak and ask for help...
but it wasn't available

mr. Phish returns.. yay.
this frog is happy.