Does anyone know where I can find the precise electronic signal to pulse out around the world to stop people finding Jonathan Rhys Meyers attractive? ~shudders~
Oh, and *last* night I dreamed about making Val J a caesar salad and then eating it before she got back from her trip on the ghost train. Chris, where's that dictionary again? ~ggls~
OH my god I cannot *believe* she's 'experimenting'...ack, my life *is* *over*.
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PS asrana my love, what are you on about? ~wonders why none of the links will work~
