No matter what I do

Cheffie, you're good enough, and you're smart enough, and godfuckingdammit, people like you.
 
I can't win

Yep, I was having one of those mornings....

But by the time I had yelled at what ever gods there are (?)...

The afternoon came right...

This evening looks a little bit slower though....

Mmmmmm.....

What life is about....

Ups and downs.....

Just hang on for the ups :)
 
Come on this way chef.....

Hang out at the comedy club for a bit, we'll make ya laugh, and you'll be feelin like new in no time. :D
 
Chez

Your hair looks Ridiculous

It's like being caught Dead With Dirty Underware:rolleyes:
 
lavender said:
You need some Lavy and Never lovin'. Come here Cheffiekins and let us give you 2 nice big wet smooches on your cheeks. Simultaneously. :)

Now that works for me.

THE CRAWL

It takes the pain away
that could not make you stay
it's way to broke to fix
no glue, no bag of tricks

Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
lay me down to crawl.

Your smile would make me sneeze
when we were Siamese
Amazing grace in here
I'd pay to have you near.

Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
lay me down to crawl.

Don't go and lose your face
at some stranger's place
and don't forget to breathe
and pay before you leave

Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
lay me down to crawl.
Lay me down, the lie will unfurl
lay me down to crawl.
 
Svedish_Chef said:
I can't win

Fuck it.

Fuck it all I say.

Have a nice day everybody

I ran this by SweetCherry yesterday and she thought that you might like to see it... It is a work in progress, so it will take awhile before you can read the whole thing. Enjoy Cheffie, and I hope it cheers you up a little. This is a VERY small taster... (I am on chapter 3 so far)

Labyrinth – An Erotic Encounter

Prologue:

The snowy owl sat on the branch looking unblinking through the window. Its’ soft feathered wings hung in a way that suggested that the creature was utterly dejected by its’ exclusion from the warmth that was beyond the glass of Sarah’s window. A warmth denied to it forever – or at least that is how it seemed to Jareth watching through the owl’s eyes. Silently it flitted into the darkness, it’s cry one of defeat as it swooped towards the moon.

Sarah looked up upon hearing the cry, her eyes troubled. She knew that it was Jareth in his owl form sounding so lost, and her heart wept. She loved him, she could admit that now, in the safety of her room with Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus at her side. She loved him, but she would not let him control her, that was not what love was to Sarah.

She smiled at her friends as they continued to talk about their adventures in the Underground, none of them noticed the distracted look in her eyes or the listlessness in her voice whenever Jareth’s name was mentioned.
 
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