Perhaps You're.... Part IIHe sang the whole song with his arm around me. It must have looked so oddly weird, a random 15 year old chick superglued to an ageing rock god, but he went along with it. I could just make out the faces of my friends through the sea of people. Stupid betches. Bet they were having a right old laugh now!Perhaps You're.... Part II
Oh, right. They were.
As he finished the song he gave his thanks to everyone (half of whom were going through menopause) and I bowed with him. We practically sprinted off stage, only to be surrounded by kajillions of people trying to separate us...
“Thankyou, I appreciate it, but you can leave, I
Perhaps You're....Part IIIHe undid his buttons down to my arms. He pulled his arms out of the sleeves and let the shirt drop. I tried not to look. He’s as old as my pa, he’s as old as my pa, he’s as old as….Perhaps You're....Part III
Just lucky I wasn’t attached to his pants.
He kind of slid the shirt-and me-off over his head, and we moved apart like when you put detergent into a bowl of water covered in pepper.. Weird analogy, but whatever. He looked me up and down, bemused.
“You do realise how fucking stupid that was, don’t you?”
Ohhhhhh God, he swore! *swoon*. I don’t know if he was angry at me,
Perhaps You're Smiling Now“Perhaps you’re smiling now.. Smiling through this darkness..”Perhaps You're Smiling Now
Huh. Understatment of the century. The grin was practically stapled to my face as I lathered my arms with the most powerfuls stuff in the universe.
SUPERGLUE! Dah dah dun. Cue background music.
I squeeeeeezed the bottle, oblivious to the crazy fans pushing and shoving me just to breathe the same air as him. Oh, him. God love ‘im.
Who cares if the poor bloke is 45 years, 3 months and 20 days older than me? A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
Now the front of me is completely covered in sticky w
New Apartment!!!
Excited
I'm moving this Friday and it's not very far away from the library so I can walk back and forth. I should be more talkative and update a bit more, if only my journal.
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well... Thank you for the watch... honestly. THis site doesn't exactly have my best work...
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Feed Me!
Adopted from Valenth
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Paddy, who's been wearing Miranda's clothes?
---The Heart's Filthy Lesson by David Bowie
Good question, David, one Miranda would like the answer to. Have YOU been wearing my clothes?
Well, I do have another site, but... Well, it's for a certain type of audiance... I assume that from your avatar... You're a Furre?
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Feed Me!
Adopted from Valenth
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Paddy, who's been wearing Miranda's clothes?
---The Heart's Filthy Lesson by David Bowie
Good question, David, one Miranda would like the answer to. Have YOU been wearing my clothes?
*Chuckles*
I'm guessing Dragon? Well, you might like Inferno Dawn then...
*Grins*
Hope to read more of your stuff soon.
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Feed Me!
Adopted from Valenth
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'I do like being alone. My pleasure grows depending on who is not there.' [link]
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Make me dream.
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Paddy, who's been wearing Miranda's clothes?
---The Heart's Filthy Lesson by David Bowie
Good question, David, one Miranda would like the answer to. Have YOU been wearing my clothes?
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Make me dream.
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"Let us speak courteously, deal fairly, and keep ourselves armed and ready." - Theodore Roosevelt San Francisco, CA, May 13, 1903
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