Sandalwood, gossamer candles, sunshine and cherry... lotus and rose and love and musk.
I am loved, I am adored, I love, I adore, and I have a very happy family.
If my beloved best friend chooses to join our family, he will be a part of the family, cherished and cared for, and he will be excellent and caring in return.
But there's something still missing.
We have the Temple prepared.
Will he enter?
If this works... Darkside is a major balance point in my life. He's one of the major forces keeping me sane, and ... sunshine. A delightful, dark, cynical, sarcastic ray of sunshine.
"He is my open wound."
I need to explore that one in MUCH greater depth... tomorrow. Er, later today.
So I scooped up my little Raven to see what was up with her, and I looked at her little dots of white, and I cuddled her and called her my silly Calico...
What are the odds of having the same spirit as a familiar twice in the same lifetime?
Am wearing a smudge of lotus ash on my forehead, a smug smirk, and rose water all over, to bed.
No, there is a point of diminishing returns when it comes to increasing the size on those. I've already passed that.
No, if capturing these fellows were in my job description, and I needed a fast way to memorize their faces, I would love a deck of cards like that. Since it isn't, I can do without.
I would love some cash now, but not by doing what you're proposing, since it involves me paying far more to you in the long run.
I am not a homeowner, yo.
I am female, and single. Somehow, I doubt that's going to be worth my while, but you're right, 120% of 0 is still 0.
"Oh, we're following the syllabus?" -- the blonde
guess who forgot paper?
"Slashes which way? backward or forward?" --Burns
"whichever way makes it turn green." --forgetful student
-- single line comment
SQL*PLUS does not turn comments green.
"Comments will adhere to American Standard English as taught at DeVry."
Conditional Control in PL/SQL
ELSIF /*Burns makes us adhere to American standard English, but he never said Oracle had to.*/
/*"What, do we leave out the D?" --smartass who's not me
EIF "...I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" --Burns*/
END /*space*/ IF;
class = 'over'
Enki deleted his default gateway setting. Bitch.
's a pretty. A pettable pretty. And my hair randomly stands on end thinking of. I desire late nights and long, lazy afternoons, both talking and touching. I'm shy in person, and was afraid to talk lest I ruin the moment...
...and this is something that I think has potential to last a long, long time.
Those who have been reading my Kittenhate logs will be surprised to note that I consider my discussions of sex in this journal fairly prudish.
I don't give a good accounting of what, exactly, I do long for.
Put the two spiral candles into the same jar, their threads pretty much interlacing.
The two spiral candles have burned down into the glass they're in, and the flames are interlaced and dancing together, a flare like burning free oil puffing out of the glass. Had to put it inside another container lest its heat scorch the desk...
I think we have now figured out what kind of music N% likes.
The chocolate sacred to Ishtar is on sale. I must therefore go seek some.