no more lives spent wasted by the door

[beindigoe]

this journal has indeed been updated since April of '03... it's just... ya know... friends only, like i said in the bio and such

Comments

[trickykitty]

Ah, I finally remembered to look you up on LJ. Can you add me?

[ataventure]

I'd like to add you (and of course have you add me back :) Loved your writing in tmi chix :D

:)

[beindigoe]

rock on. you're in... not that there's that much to be in on, but still.
and thanks:)

[accelon]

Friends?

hoo-ah?

[ot_atma]

May I read around in here? ^_^

There shouldn't be any trouble reading around in mine, but I'll friend you anyhow.

*clamps down on the urge to quote Al Pacino from Scent of a Woman and just clicks the damn button*

Re: hoo-ah?

[beindigoe]

/me tries to remember the bit about the secondhand steinways and what's between 'em, but can't recall the beginning. damn.

okay, you talked me into it

[ot_atma]

"God must have been a fuckin' genius.

The hair. They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, just wanted to go to sleep forever?
Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert.
Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret... searchlights. Mmm.
Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns, or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven.
I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world that're worth hearing:

pussy.

Re: okay, you talked me into it

[ot_atma]

Mine.

(doh. forgot to log in. @_@)

[creases]

This is Jer/ctf.

[beindigoe]

w00t. now the party shall begin.