Shade Everdark

In that case, I'm all set!

That's because heartbeats are dead sexy.

To the best of my knowledge, I have not teased, flirted with, or played silly games with, you. That does not, however, make me innocent, I think.

Only if you opt for one that has fewer wrinkles. *rimshot*

Unnecessary.

The Night Santa Went Crazy - Weird Al Yankovic

Amen to that. The surgery is, as surgeries go, not even that expensive & would improve the quality of life for a LOT of people. Screw you, BCBS!

Symphonie Fantastique for Orchestra, by Berlioz Goddamn, I love Pandora.

I forgot one. I'd most definitely get my eyes lased.

If money were no object, I'd probably have my teeth straightened, my body hair lased off, and hire a personal trainer to crack the whip and help me tone up. Of course, if money were no object, I'd probably also be out in Seattle right now.

"Dante's Prayer" - Loreena McKennitt When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and fire Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Though we share this humble path, alone How fragile is the heart Oh give these clay feet wings to fly To touch the face of the stars Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We'll rise above these earthly cares Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Please remember me

In my case, I'd say it was taking flattery a little too far. You can stop right in the middle, at androgyny, for me. However, I find it an endless fount of amusement when servers, cashiers, and clerks mistake me for a woman (I'm guessing solely on the basis of my fabulous hair).

Stucky's is no more?! That bastion of exit ramps in the South is gone?! ...actually, that's probably a good thing. And they're big in California, so I'm told. And they're all over the Bible Belt now. But screw them, I'll stick with BoJangle's. Hardee's is still around too, just much reduced. There's a bunch down South, and I think there was one in Berkley, last time I drove through.

I wouldn't say it pissed me off, but it did annoy me, until I started Season 3 and just stopped caring about it, in favor of starting to hate most of the characters.

You will. Just look for the most doofus-y lookin' motherfucker on the dance floor in pinstripe pants and yell at him in Japanese.

This is a crying shame, for one who lives in the area. You must rectify this, says I. Oh, and hi, and welcome, and stuff.

Watch The Mystery of Rampo and discuss the music therein.

I'd totally take you up on that...if I weren't working tomorrow. Sigh.

And I keep putting off ordering a skirt. Sigh.

Just a bad reference to abbreviations.

It took me awhile. Yoroshiku. Oi, my head hurts now, ha ha. idk, my bff Jill?

I dunno, it seems to work pretty well for me most of the time, except, apparently, when Bean and the Eternal are admiring the "unique" style. In a word, ouch. In two words, I'm sorry.

Otherwise known as 50 zillion people on the dance floor, yes.

3Q? I can't decide if that's hilarious, or awful, or both. I'll go with both.

It's a classic. Even corny, considering where I'm at (a goth board. really?), but uh... Bach's Toccata en Fugue. If that isn't aural transcendence, I don't know what is.