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mis my appreciation and congratulations, this round is on me, what'll you have?
 
Sorry I had to leave you dancing but I was shattered and my bed was calling! I can't watch any of the YouTube really not until I get my broadband set up, they don't play properly, although I always click on the links to see the name of the song.
 
THE HAPPIEST FAIRY TALE EVER

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?'

The girl said, 'NO!'

And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, drank whole bottles of wine, chatted for hours on the phone to friends, always had a clean house, watched chick flicks without feeling guilty, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, didn't have to pay for dual view tv, travelled more, had a career, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, owned every remote control in the house, never wore friggin lacy lingerie that went up her arse, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, and felt and looked fabulous all the time.

THE END
 
If the girl said, "Yes!"

THE HAPPIEST FAIRY TALE EVER

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?'

The girl said, 'NO!'

And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, drank whole bottles of wine, chatted for hours on the phone to friends, always had a clean house, watched chick flicks without feeling guilty, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, didn't have to pay for dual view tv, travelled more, had a career, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, owned every remote control in the house, never wore friggin lacy lingerie that went up her arse, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, and felt and looked fabulous all the time.

THE END
She woke each morning to her beloved's face, both being content with the gentle signs of familiarity: a new wrinkle, morning breath from one too many hors d'ouevres at the gallery opening the night before and his fingers plucking a grey hair from her brow. She shared the worry over the doctor's call to return for a redo of her pap smear, the few abnormal cells were simply a contamination from her last cycle, but were enough to prompt a second screening. She came home excited from work when she got her promotion and had someone to tell, besides the cat. All in all, as the weary world crept in on their idyllic existance they carried on, unsuspecting their dissatisfaction of unfulfilled dreams was a wedge driving them apart. One day, on the annual celebration of their joining, they looked at each other and saw love in their mate's eyes remembering what had brought them together in the first place. They were content.

The End.
 
Hey guess what?

It's possible to have both stories.

Just sayin'.

Good morning/afternoon/evening, all.

It's a very mellow and peaceful day here. Even the shop cats are less demanding and more sleepy than usual. Never one to be ungrateful for a calm moment, still I find myself longing, carefully, for something Interesting to happen.

I know. That's dangerous. But still. I'm not exactly bored, but I could stand some interaction, some stimulus. Usually when I start feeling like this it means that someone will arrive at the shop and begin the monologue with "This is going to sound really crazy but..."

People are self-conscious about the little "psychic" things they experience. I had a dream that came true. I felt that something was happening to a loved one, and found out my instinct was correct. Sometimes I feel like my grandmother talks to me, even though she died years ago. Stuff like that.

My job is to say, Relax. If I really think you need to be on meds, I'll tell you. And if you tell me the craziest thing I've ever heard, I'll hand you five dollars right now.

No one's ever going to beat the woman drinking Tabasco straight out of the bottle, whose voices helped her channel children's stories. Or the girl who said the Space Fairy Elves said mean things to her from the refrigerator. Or the guy who said he was both a vampire and a werewolf and the Satanists were trying to kill him all the time.

Definitely meds, in those cases. Yes indeedy. Boy howdy. And so on.

So not THAT interesting. But maybe a little interesting. I've got it to give today; my life is good.

Wednesday. Wodens-day. Winds-day.

bj
 
THE HAPPIEST FAIRY TALE EVER

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?'

The girl said, 'NO!'

And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, drank whole bottles of wine, chatted for hours on the phone to friends, always had a clean house, watched chick flicks without feeling guilty, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, didn't have to pay for dual view tv, travelled more, had a career, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, owned every remote control in the house, never wore friggin lacy lingerie that went up her arse, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, and felt and looked fabulous all the time.

THE END

She woke each morning to her beloved's face, both being content with the gentle signs of familiarity: a new wrinkle, morning breath from one too many hors d'ouevres at the gallery opening the night before and his fingers plucking a grey hair from her brow. She shared the worry over the doctor's call to return for a redo of her pap smear, the few abnormal cells were simply a contamination from her last cycle, but were enough to prompt a second screening. She came home excited from work when she got her promotion and had someone to tell, besides the cat. All in all, as the weary world crept in on their idyllic existance they carried on, unsuspecting their dissatisfaction of unfulfilled dreams was a wedge driving them apart. One day, on the annual celebration of their joining, they looked at each other and saw love in their mate's eyes remembering what had brought them together in the first place. They were content.

The End.

Then he awoke from his dreams and contently realized that he was the gay guy who lives inside of bj's body.

(This is a chain story, right?)
 
Then he awoke from his dreams and contently realized that he was the gay guy who lives inside of bj's body.

(This is a chain story, right?)


LOL!

Well if it's going that direction it can be, that's for sure.

My inner gay man had such a good time last night; Tuesday is "family night" at a local place so I get to hang out with My People. Sexually or not, I'm certainly culturally very much a gay man, or at least that's one culture in which I'm completely comfortable.

I realize at this moment that I've never actually named that side of my personality.

What do you think of Serge? Or maybe Spike?

and by the way, HI SB. I hope you're feeling good today. Glad you're here playing. I'll try to be a good distraction.

Xxx awoke with not a little frustration. It was hard to be taken seriously as a gay man when most people could only focus on the tits and coochie aspect.

bj
 
i got in the mail today three pair of over the knee/ thigh high socks. i plan on wearing a pair tommorrow to class, bright purple, sexy as hell, and paired with a short black skirt.

my classmates wont know what hit them. i dont think theyve ever seen me outside of jeans with the exception of professional dress days.
 
Heyyy leave the space fairy elves alone!!

Wasn't me. Apparently they were being really mean to her. And they had started talking to her out of the radiator and the sky, as well as the refrigerator. So, I don't know, maybe you could tell them to take it easy on her. She seemed, y'know, fragile enough already.

i got in the mail today three pair of over the knee/ thigh high socks. i plan on wearing a pair tommorrow to class, bright purple, sexy as hell, and paired with a short black skirt.

my classmates wont know what hit them. i dont think theyve ever seen me outside of jeans with the exception of professional dress days.

Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
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but I'd have to wear them with these. .


bj
 
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Wasn't me. Apparently they were being really mean to her. And they had started talking to her out of the radiator and the sky, as well as the refrigerator. So, I don't know, maybe you could tell them to take it easy on her. She seemed, y'know, fragile enough already.



Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
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but I'd have to wear them with these. .


bj

Did you ever see that film (or was it Twilight Zone again?) where there were little black hairy chappies living in the walls? Saw that as a child and what with my sister telling me that things lived under the bed and if my leg hung out they would grab it ... well made quite an impression and to this day I keep my legs well tucked under the covers!
 
Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
AAAAAmP3NOYAAAAAANy-MA.jpg







but I'd have to wear them with these. .


bj

i am wearing them with the shoes i wear when i go goth for Master, either at home or going out to the goth club
 
Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
AAAAAmP3NOYAAAAAANy-MA.jpg







but I'd have to wear them with these. .


bj

*spidy sense alerted*

i heard heals clicking on the bistro floor. did someone mention shoes?
i remember doc martins. :cattail:
 
And what does master wear to go goth?!!

I just knew Sassy wouldn't be far away when shoes came a tapping lol
 
*spidy sense alerted*

i heard heals clicking on the bistro floor. did someone mention shoes?
i remember doc martins. :cattail:


Look Sassy, it's the shoe signal! The Commissioner is in trouble!


It's like the Bat Signal, only it's in the shape of a Christian Louboutin sandal. As soon as we turn it on in the Bistro, she shows up.

And after all, she lives in Gotham City. So it only makes sense.



bj
 
i got in the mail today three pair of over the knee/ thigh high socks. i plan on wearing a pair tommorrow to class, bright purple, sexy as hell, and paired with a short black skirt.

my classmates wont know what hit them. i dont think theyve ever seen me outside of jeans with the exception of professional dress days.

Having seen them (on cam), they look quite good. She reports that they are warm as well. I suggest the rest of you lasses look into them.

Cause, y'know, I like that look.

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And what does master wear to go goth?!!

I wear my hot gothling on my arm. My clothes don't matter at that point because the only looks I get are jealous ones.

(I wear a simple black button down shirt, black trousers, and black oxfords. I do not dress ostentatiously as, honestly, she gets the looks and that is how I prefer it.)
 
(I wear a simple black button down shirt, black trousers, and black oxfords. I do not dress ostentatiously as, honestly, she gets the looks and that is how I prefer it.)

to clarify, i get curious looks, questioning looks, and "wierd" looks as well as the looking-at-a-hot-girl looks. but this was becuase last time we went i wore a rope corset and had "SLAVE" written across my chest in highlighter so it glowed under the blacklight.

i will say, i did look hot :)
 
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