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Life is nothing but a big roller coaster ride. All you can do is hang on for dear life and hope you don't fall off. :rolleyes:
 
I've decided I'm not going to submit a Halloween story; now I don't have to worry about it.
 
RedHairedandFriendly said:
Feel free. . .it keeps many of us laughing, or at least scowling sometimes. ;)
well I have on that is so ready to qualify. man it's getting stranger and stranger as the pms come in.
 
MrsDeathlynx said:
You're only saying that because you wouldn't mind him licking you. ;):p
*snerk*

No, actually I have a real problem with someone licking me whose been licking themselves... especially cats. :rolleyes: I know where that tongue has been. lol. :eek:
 
RedHairedandFriendly said:
*snerk*

No, actually I have a real problem with someone licking me whose been licking themselves... especially cats. :rolleyes: I know where that tongue has been. lol. :eek:
I assure you that tongue has only been in good places, good for me that is, hehe.
 
Okay... so I took a nap at 8:30 ish and woke up at 10:30 ish. Got online chatted with a special friend and then decided I was ready for bed... Only when I get to bed, the poetry muse shows up and demands I get my butt out and write a couple. . .so I do.

Do I appease her? Sure I think and so I go back to bed, cover up and prepare to fall asleep. But. . . there she is again, that poetry muse and so I am up and on the computer pounding out another poem.

NOW she has had her three poems and she WILL let me go to bed and sleep. I demand it. :rolleyes: I mean come on. . .it's the least she can do since the she didn't bring back the story muse with her. . .Right?
 
RedHairedandFriendly said:
Okay... so I took a nap at 8:30 ish and woke up at 10:30 ish. Got online chatted with a special friend and then decided I was ready for bed... Only when I get to bed, the poetry muse shows up and demands I get my butt out and write a couple. . .so I do.

Do I appease her? Sure I think and so I go back to bed, cover up and prepare to fall asleep. But. . . there she is again, that poetry muse and so I am up and on the computer pounding out another poem.

NOW she has had her three poems and she WILL let me go to bed and sleep. I demand it. :rolleyes: I mean come on. . .it's the least she can do since the she didn't bring back the story muse with her. . .Right?

You're a better woman than me, Red. Sometimes I think that my muse comes out to play late at night, and I appease it. Then I wake up the next morning to discover that it wasn't my muse at all - I was just delirious. These days I ignore late-night calls, and read or watch a movie instead :eek:

Good luck with the poems, though :rose:
 
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