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Sourball Ho!
 

intro entry

Hey! What's happening? I feel elderly as I have never blogged. So I'm testing!   I guess I'm pretty happy in general, as opposed to my blog title. Matt Groening (pre-Simpsons) used to have a little comic in LA Weekly called "Life in Hell" (maybe he still does? I haven't checked) and there were a few collections that were published in the '80s with such titles as "Love Is Hell" and "Work Is Hell." One of his strips was the 9 types of couples, and DH and I fit the mold of Sourballs vs. the World, i.e. "can you believe the crap that is on TV?" Hence the title of my blog and DH's website.   We started dating in January 1991, when I was 20 and he was 25. I know! That sounds like I was a baby, but of course I didn't feel like a baby because I was so effing mature. Heh. We got our own place in July '91, and my parents were pretty accepting considering their 20-year-old was moving out with some guy she knew for a year. But here we are, 15 years later. Things turned out fine, Mom.
dawndie

dawndie

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Rheliwen of the Weeds
 

I think I'm dying

Well, maybe not...that's a case of shock advertising for ya!   Last week Thursday-ish I developed chest pains, like I had been screaming for hours and my throat was raw. I wish my life was that exciting . It was accompanied by minor blah cold symptoms, but were easily forgotten and gone within 3 days. However, my cough is still here and is getting worse. It's a dry cough and I can't do anything about it. Cough drops, medicine, and liquids just don't seem to help. I blame moving to NJ with all its deciduous trees.   Anyways, I still prepared myself with these defense mechanisms for my evening international political economy class. Just as it was getting started, I was seized with an uncontrollable coughing fit. I'm not kidding you, I must have beet red, my eyes were streaming the tears as I desperately tried to make it stop. Class was stopped so everyone could stare at me...so embarrassing. Single-handedly the most out of control coughing fit I have ever had (and I've had nmeumonia and mono)   I spent the next 20 mins convulsing as the coughs tried coming up while I fought to keep them down. I must have looked so silly.   Cut to the end of the class where I'm walking out with the professor and she says to me, "you were quiet in class today."   ...ummmm...
Rheliwen

Rheliwen

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shelldoo's Blog
 

labret

whoo hoo, years or desire for the small bar have finally come to fruition! yahooooooo happy birthday to me, i gave myself a trip to the piercer, he custom ordered an 18g black crome cute wee labret, it didn't hurt a bit and looks fabu.   the flip side i had pt which once again kicked my ass, seems i am sliding backwards not getting better. i hate pt
shelldoo

shelldoo

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Is Anybody Out There?
 

School

I was all excited about placing into the college level algebra... went in today, and the instructor jumped into chapter 5. Chapter 5!!!@#$#$!!~@@#!!~!#$%&(#! Dude, I'm not that smart. Seriously. And it's the first day! I don't have my freaking books! I didn't get the financial aid check until saturday!! Then, she tried to play it off like it was school policy for us to have to get the customized book with the cd-tutorial thing so that we could all take our quizzes from it or some crazy shit, but when I went to the bookstore, the manager (not some student employee, but the actual manager) seemed flabbergasted that we'd be required to get that book. Also, a bunch of people in the class had already gotten the book, and hadn't gotten the one with the tutorial, which cost them an extra $40. And I knew it'd be hard, but I wasn't expecting it to sound like she was speaking a foreign tongue.   So I looked over the homework, and none of it is making any sense to me. At all. And it makes me feel awful, because it's not even that advanced, I just don't have the foundation I need, apparently. And I'm starting to panic because I need this class... If I can't cut it, I'll have to spend 3 quarters on JUST math. Which means it'll be a whole year of waiting to accomplish the prereq's for the radiology program, so it'll be pushed back to the summer of '08 instead of next year, and that's if I'm lucky and all the stars align and.... Wow, I'm insane. And english is sounding like it may become a class I'll hate, sadly. But I'm going to stay with it because I think I may like the instructor... tentatively. I don't know. I'm pretty insane.
smallvoice

smallvoice

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poisonapple's Blog
 

Order planning and disappointments

Alright...My order for the update will be Dragon Moon Beltine The Monster Baits (maybe)   Imp Pack of Anibus Odin OSUN SHANGO DRAGON'S MILK Tintagel     On thursday I have to pay about 60 bucks in decant circles and get an imp box I wanted.   As for the disappointment. I think I am going to give up on swapping. I have had good experences but it seems like people are getting a little elitist. Makes me wonder if people really do buy bpal just to sell it at huge mark ups. Makes me sad....I think I'll just swap or give away to those people on my friends list that I think might like the scents.   Saves me from worrying about shit...
poisonapple

poisonapple

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This Old Snark
 

Frames of Reference

The Snarks went house shopping this weekend.   And it was good. No, no future home came out of it, but they've made a connection with a realtor who seems honest enough. He might have laughed a little too hard at some of Snarky's jokes, but they were pretty damn funny.   They went to eight houses in about four hours. It was good to feel them all out, interact with them. But it was also very tiring. Walking through the empty spaces, voices echoing off of outdated tiles and fugly cabinetry. Each room demanded five alternative placements for beds, sofas, coffee tables (Yes, the Snarks own two. No, they don't exactly know how that happened.)   Each house was the setting for a new part of their lives together. Each house was the beginning of a different path. Their minds bloomed, unfurled into these eight different paths. Lifetimes bubbled forth like kudzu, trying to cover every inch of possibility.   But none of the stories were quite right. The corners were too sudden, the proportions grating against some invisible outline. They reeled back in all the strands of possiblity. Wrapped them into loose hanks to hang at the ready for the next throw.   Later that night, Snarky stood naked in front of the half-mirror in their tiny apartment "walk in" (more like, "side-step in and pivot") closet. She looked at herself, tried to prognosticate. Perhaps it was the morning's house-hunting exercises that gave her flickering future-visions. She saw herself whole, hearty, healthy. She saw herself shriveled, diminished, in pieces. She touched her chest and tried to find a clue to what the next chapter would bring.
darkitysnark

darkitysnark

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

Domme-O-nance

I'm in a rut, but it's a lovely rut, and a rut that I am happy to wallow in. I'm still wearing Tunisian Patchouli with O slathered over the top. It is a nice dirt rut with a bucket of honey and nuggets of amber poured into it. It works for this time of year. My body chem is very seasonal and this is the Tunisian patchouli time of year; it gets too overwhelming when the weather cools off, and even now, I like I much better when it's layered and softened with the O.   I have a tattoo of a triskele on my sacrum; I got it because I love Celtic spirals and it reminds me of the New Grange stone carvings. I've had it for several years now and I only recently discovered that in "The Story of O," the protagonist (or maybe I should say the pro-agonyist) wears a ring with a triskele design. As a result, in some quarters, the triskele is a symbol for BDSM.   So I wear O, I have a triskele tattoo, someone give me my leathers and a whip! A friend of mine used to get a catalog from a place called "Dream Dresser," and he always passed it on to me. Oh my. It made me want to become a domme on the spot. He stopped getting the catalog and we looked up the company on the web, and sadly, I think they're defunct.   All that said, I never do the domme act. I think I have more fun making people believe that I would make them get down on their knees and bark like a dog, than I ever would have if they actually did so.   Oh yes! I have on an eggplant-colored bra. One of the VSC bandolier minimal-padding numbers. I really like the way that the straps look, they're wider-set and very flattering. And I love the color. My panties are black mesh bikinis. I do have undies to match the bra, but they tend to produce VPL (visible panty line) and I have on a pair of those long shorts/short trousers with dark hose. I didn't want to ruin the line.   So I've been told that men love VPL as long as it's not incredibly evident. Just a shade of it that find rather sexy, just because they get to think about your panties. But is that true? What have you heard? Do report back...consider it a research mission.   Back to my fragrant rut...
valentina

valentina

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Blah Blah Blah
 

I'm home!

We're back from vacation! I'll post some pics in my gallery. Vacations are great, but there's no place like home. I must really be a homebody at heart.   I feel so out of the loop, with the forum being down from like 3/13-3/25 and then me being on vacation from 3/25-4/2! One of these days I'll get caught up.
Scylla

Scylla

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wanted list

WANTED, NEEDED, LOVED: Black Lily Black Orchid King of Spades Queen of Spades Venom
KymbaKhan

KymbaKhan

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circe_blue's Blog
 

Cherry Blossoms in DC, Bath & Body Works

Went to see the cherry blossoms today. I don't exactly know why we go each year when we have a friggin cherry blossom tree in our front yard. I tried to convince my parents that going sometime other than opening weekend and taking the metro would be easier as we wouldn't have to deal with crappy District parking, but my dad insisted on driving. So he did. Ugggghhhh. 40 minutes to drive into DC and another 50 to find a parking space. That 50 minutes were spent driving at around 15 miles per hour and stopping to let the pedestrians cross where there weren't any crosswalks. Bastards. I hope some of them realize the only reason they didn't get yelled at was because they had a &*(^&ing stroller with them Other (DC) motorists weren't as nice. As you can tell, I haaaate large crowds. Also, when the sign by the WWII memorial fountain says Please Respect the Memorial by Not Wading In It and Not Throwing Coins, I think it means Please Respect the Memorial by Not Wading In It and Not Throwing Coins. Aside from the frustrations mentioned above, the trip was pretty good. The weather cooperated and was a beautiful, sunny 65 degrees, and we had a picnic lunch under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. Drove through Georgetown while I fantasized about doing damage to my credit card and the parents and I didn't fight. Not once. Victory! **************** Awhile ago, I think Bath and BW had some sort of buy three things for $25 deal I, on a whim decided to buy the antibacterial soap in Ginger and White Tea (or something). I am very happy I did. It smells like Embalming Fluid when it's still in the bottle. Happyhappyjoyjoy. **************** As much I despise Dave Matthews Band, I have to say that their collaberation with Ben & Jerry's ice cream yields some of the yummiest B & J's ever. One Sweet Whirled is one of my favorites but Magic Brownies (vanilla ice cream swirled with raspberry and brownie bits) is slowly but surely edging it out.
circe_blue

circe_blue

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

Fetishes of the shoe variety

I find it almost impossible to believe that I have not mentioned shoes in any of my blog entries. Shoes of the high-heeled, ankle-strapped, bordering on Bettie Page fetish heels, retro-style shoes, platform thongs for the summer, boots of all varieties. The shoe fetishists always are agog. I have a pair of stiletto heels, pumps with the newer rounded toe, the fabric has small multi-color polka dots. When I wore them last week, they were compared to 1) confetti on New Year's Eve, and 2) cupcakes with sprinkles on the top, and 3) Easter Eggs. Are those shoes a Roschach test of sorts?   I once had someone tell me that the shrinks believe men become foot/shoe fetishists because they sat at their mother's feet adoringly as wee boys, and somehow the association with feet and the love of a woman merge in their brains. Well. Their mommas probably didn't wear shoes like mine.   One of my girlfriends calls me the shoe whore, and made up a Dr. Seuss book title of sorts for me, called: "Who Shore The Shoe Whore Of Her Shoes?"   However, for every yin there is a yang, and I also own two pairs of Dansko clogs, a really ugly but comfy pair of Keens, about 4 pairs of Birkenstocks (one pair is close to 20 yrs old) and one pair of Merrells. I have to keep my feel happy during their down time from the stilettos. And I'm wearing my Adidas athletic shoes as I write.   I won't even get into the effect that good lingerie and great high heels have when worn in concert. Just look at Bettie Page for the ultimate example of the incendiary nature of such combinations!
valentina

valentina

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cuervosueno's blog
 

Greetings from the House of the fox-dogs

Or should I call it Shiba madness?   I have three dogs, a german shepherd named Kai who is mostly good (though once he did attack a car), and two devilish fox-dogs (aka Shiba Inus) named Toby and Jezebel. Toby is two, Jezebel (Bel) is 8 mos. Toby is not terribly foxy looking to me (though others think he is) but Bel is very foxy in looks and behaviour.   If you don't know what a Shiba-Inu is, well, you can check out this webpage http://blackcrest.com/shiba1.html   which is the breeder who bred my beloved "familiar" Toby. Toby looks just like his sire: Tenku Go Etchou....(its a long name, forgive me for shortening it).   Shibas are the smallest and oldest of the Japanese breeds, basically a smallish Akita. They are cute, but as they always say at Westminster when announcing the breed: these are not the dogs for everyone. If you want a super smart dog with a killer's instincts (they were bred to hunt small game), a dog who tends to be aloof with strangers, a dog who steals things, a dog who won't come when called, well, then get a Shiba! Otherwise, you might want a more biddable dog, though shiba antics are always entertaining to those of us who love them.   An example of Shiba madness: for the recent equinox, I left some offerings on the altar. A bit of beer in a glass, some chocolate eggs. Bel, the puppy, is supremely interested in everything on the altar, and because she can leap about three times her height, well, things go missing. Sure enough, I went downstairs in the morning and found the beer glass neatly tipped over and empty, the chocolate eggs gone. (and yes, I do know about the dog/chocolate problem--so note to self--no more offerings of chocolate!)   While I suspect a little shiba puppy of this, as one of my friends said, the gods have accepted the offering--by way, perhaps, of a dog. And certainly, it was as if a wild fox-spirit had come in, rearranged a bit, and took the offerings.   When I figure out how to get my photos hosted somewhere I'll post pics of my fox-dogs.   I also promise poetry on this, so here is a start--a poem about Toby, from my third book (as yet, sigh, unpublished, though the poem was published in the mag. Zone 3):   Toby in the Garden   The devil’s in the garden again. Trampling the herbs-- lavender and lamb’s ears. When he’s done, he’ll pace the window sill, scratching to get in. Or leap to the roof, surveying his domain. Sure, he’s cute--curl of a tail, and puppy swagger. Sweet. Until he sinks his teeth into the skin behind the knee. Little heathen. Devil dog. Just like the men I love: beautiful and fierce, trailing just a bit of brimstone.   Keep your plaster saints. Angels are overrated. Who wouldn’t want a devil in their garden? That flashy charmer and the fruit that flourishes in his hand. He offers it all with a grin, says, come, taste, live a little. Sin.
cuervosueno

cuervosueno

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Starfish & Coffee
 

Coming up on nine months.

A couple of weeks after a heart-to-heart with my niece about how frustrated we both are with the current Mom-care situation, my sister called and left a message on my cell phone -- I only just noticed the light flashing as the call went to voicemail.   She sounded horrible, and told me that we really needed to get together and talk about the situation with Mom. My stomach tightened up, so I grabbed some stuff (water bottle, pad, pen, plush doggie, phone), dumped them in the conference room, went to the bathroom, came back and returned her call.   Oh. My. God.   My sister, niece and I are pretty much all on the same page about this. We're sick of it. My niece has watched my mother be royally obnoxious to my sister and my brother. I've watched my mother basically wait around to die while having us attend her. She's not doing her vocal exercises. She's not wearing her Life Alert necklace, which should be on her person at all times -- it can even be worn in the shower. She sits and watches TV, cooks a little, does laundy and occasionally goes shopping. That's it.   There's a little place in Chinatown/the International District that does daycare for people much less able than my mother. They have a tea service, teach Tai-Chi, have workshops for various hobbies, do fieldtrips both in and out of town. Shit, both my sister and I agreed that we'd like to go. My mother went once, a few weekends ago and said that she'd liked it, that they'd been very nice. So, my sister was working to sign her up for a year's membership, getting it set so that the Access bus would come and pick her up. This would take some of the strain off my brother, who is now complaining about tonsil problems (evidentally, nobody wants to yank them out of an adult). Once our mother figured out what my sister was planning, she damn near rushed her. My sister actually thought our mother was planning to hit her, she came at my sister so fast. All of the sudden, she started ranting about how nosey these people were, how they wouldn't leave her alone. She pulled a 180 within about four mintues of having said that she'd liked the place. My sister was livid for the rest of the weekend, and our mother hid near my niece for the rest of the time.   There's been other stuff, but she's bascially being a stubborn little bitch about this. Fortunately for her, she raised a couple of stubborn bitches and put us in charge of her care. Now, thankfully, we have pretty much full immediate family support for plotting against our mother. We're going to try to make her get well, whether she wants to or not. The plan, sketchilly: I'll be given a copy of the document which says that I have main Power of Attorney, so that maybe I'll actually get a response from Mom's doctor when I next call to ask about her progress.
 
My sister found a woman whose mother does home care for people who need it. If we can get her sit with Mom for even four hours a day for a couple of days out of the week, we can switch off with the Chinatown place and take care of the majority of her care during the day.
 
Our brother can visit daily, a few hours out of each day, to do additional stuff for Mom. This wil free him up to be able to go to the gym and see his friends. There's also talk of seeing if he's willing to move in with Mom (free rent vs. living with a harpy. hmm) once his housing situation ends.
 
My niece and I can drop by in the evenings after work for a couple of hours, switching off nights like we currently do. However, we won't sleep over, and I won't have to drag a suitcase along with me on the bus.
 
My sister will continue to pick Mom up on Friday and keep her through Saturday night, but will take back Sunday as her day to prepare for work.
 
Mom will just have to suck it up, wear the Life Alert necklace, do her exercises and go where we tell her. If she gets mad, maybe she'll learn to type or something so that she'll actually work towards the independence she claims to want.
I'm hoping that all of this is taken care of and tidy before I go to California in May. Mom's going to go ballistic, but ... well, maybe that'll get her off her ass.
byrdie

byrdie

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You will hardly know who I am
 

I think about this world a lot, and I cry.

So I emailed the president this morning.   While I know that the chances that Dubya reads his emails are slim (well...actually the chances that he reads are slim) there's something very cathartic about putting down in writing what I actually think he's done to this country and sending it to him. To be honest, I never really knew that I could do that before.   Meanwhile, I can't get enough of Samhain 2005 lately. Which is a huge surprise since Samhain 2004 smelled like menthol coughdrops on me. Then again, I'm convinced that my skin chemistry has undergone a monumental change in the past few months...since the scents that I never used to be drawn to at all are all I want to wear lately. I'm constantly reaching for something "pretty". Ack.   ETA: Hmm. I think one of the cats deleted a bunch of emails from my Inbox. I should know better than to leave my Inbox open on my desktop.   ETA again: I love parsley. Recipe for a heavenly salad: baby greens, parsley & dill, chopped & mixed...and then tossed with lemon juice, freshly ground pepper and sea salt.
clover

clover

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Starfish & Coffee
 

It is a horrible thing ...

-- to be a scent whore and not be able to smell anything. I have a cold, and while I can taste stuff (*whew*), I can't smell it until it's in my mouth. And yes, some of the obvious crass jokes have occured to me.   If I don't get well soon, I may lose my membership to the Brumbjorn Decant Bitch Club.
byrdie

byrdie

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shelldoo's Blog
 

gotta love

antique lace in my monas locket, it keeps me sniffing a.l. all day. just beautiful, i have been wearing it to sleep and it is just the perfect amount of scent released.     kolbi (my 6y/o) read her first book this week, so i gifted her w/ a scent locket (not bpal a small dainty one) and she has been wearing flower moon in it, she is so stinkin cute she keeps sniffing it saying flower moon is so pretty, she is a bit more girly then i (inderstatement) so she enjoyes all my light florals that i just can't bring myself to wear   wore stfu in my tripple dagger locket last night to a party full of back snipers and didn't have too rough a time of it. course most of the sniping happens after i leave but still..
shelldoo

shelldoo

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Court's Vices and Musings
 

Utter Randomness

A brief summary of what's to come...hopefully with consistantly updated postings, heh. Odd Stories, Good Anime, Personal Rants, Bpal, Existential Ponderings, you name it and I will probably blather on about it here if I feel so inclined. for first blog posts....
shelldoo's Blog
 

i am a dizz

for some reason i was thinking this *would* be available, not this is available.   anywhoo, things are whacky here, i am not used to being helpless, i HATE IT. the good thing is i get time w/ smoo. and she is redoing my house. wow.   tens is helping w/ the pain, but only for short spurts of time, but that is better then nuttin right?   got my tal cns, now i am obsessed w/ gettin it.   hired a night time receptionist and 2 new techs, so i have more people taking care of stuff which eases things a bit for me, plus matt is doin most of the body shop stuff, i just have to write checks, too bad i have to write so many checks i could be rich lol   i am a bit iffy on trish running the salon so easily, i like feeling like i must run it, and feel kinda like they don't need me, yet i am relieved i don't *have* to run it, weird i am i swear
shelldoo

shelldoo

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shelldoo's Blog
 

what a crazy night

i was excited for my first night having my tens unit. figured hell, i would get some sleep *finally* but did i???? no! my 4y/o ds had yet another migraine, so that means just hours of screaming, ice packs, and me rubbing his head. i kept sniffing antique lace which i believe is teh only reason i am still 1/2 sane   he is still hurting, but hopefully will improve through the day. what a great surprise the fools le's were i almost completely forgot abt my wretch of a night.   today i am wearing scherezade, my 5ml can not arrive soon enough! i burned through one imp, and 1/2 of a new swap imp, this scent is one i SLATHER. i am thinking it might smell good layered w/ a.l. but i hate to debauch either of them...weird i know.   in other news while i was not sleeping last night i came up w/ mental designs for tees at the salon. i am excited to get them sketched out.
shelldoo

shelldoo

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Wolf Tracks
 

Drunken Bunnies

The Four Hundred drunken bunnies told me to do it... Really. I love wearing Centzon Totochtin- it lasts all day and reminds me that there's better things in life than just work. Besides the cocoa and a bite (blood?) seem to show through really well. I spent Friday sniffing my writst seeking comfort.   Hot Call Center Guy never messaged me back on myspace. So I'm not cool enough for him or something. Whatever. Jerk. (I know he saw it because he had signed on and stuff) Prolly just ignoring it... I'm not cool like the rest of 'em.   As for Erik- I asked him if he wanted me to stop writing to him since it's kinda odd to have a younger, single, and friendly woman talking to him through his divorce- AND I think we're both flurting with eachother quite a bit. Dangerious territory. But then again, I suck at figuring out flurting.   Erik answered that message by replying with a sweet reply, photos of his cats (I asked what they look like in another part of the message), and ended with a photo of him. He's actully really pretty sweet/cute/attractive looking especially for a guy that's got 5 years on me. *sigh*   Guess I'm going to get through April. Through the birthday and Castle Conquest. Then if he hasn't shaped up I'm going to ask for a month or so to myself. Not to go out and get laid by everyone else, but just to see if it gets his ass in gear to grow up.   Ben stopped by today which was great! I really enjoyed catching up with him and talking about everything. We talked about our relationships, fun stuff, how work is going for both of us, and really enjoyed the time to bum around. Ben is a great guy. I love having a close friend who is like a brother.
LupaWulf

LupaWulf

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Korshka's BPAL Ramblings
 

Can't...resist...the bunny musk...

I'm weak - I caved. I've been really holding back lately with ordering. I have a ton of stuff to try, so I kept telling myself that there was no use getting anything new until I did something about that huge pile of imps (and even a few bottles). But really - how does one resist the temptation of Enraged Bunny Musk or Monster Bait: Underpants (aka Monster in my Panties!). I just couldn't. But it's ok b/c I'm being put in for a big raise. Please let it go through. This is my little gift for me for getting it.   I didn't notice at first that the Monster Bait was only to be up for 24hrs. I would have been really mad if I held off until tomorrow or Monday and realized that I missed it.   Hmm...I should go get to smelling to make room for the new stuff!
korshka

korshka

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Rheliwen of the Weeds
 

Blech

You people must all be out having fun on this lovely Saturday. I am stuck inside researching for 3 awful papers I have to write. My only salvation? Coming here to read the boards every once and a while.   Unfortunately, you people aren't here posting for my amusement!!!
Rheliwen

Rheliwen

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