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Mary Oliver rules! I was going to say 'rocks', but rocks didn't really seem like the right word.

In that case, may you have sweet dreams tonight!

Dang! I thought for sure you were going to report a dream involving Andy Garcia and panties.

I know what you mean. I never in a million years would have expected myself to wear anything sweet or fruity, but now I am guilty of both. I am still steering clear of the over the top foody stuff, though. If I ever smell like a cupcake, I want someone to shoot me.

The search engines don't allow you to search for three letter words. I think Urd should be under Excolo.

Every civet-loving pervert should try Puck!

I looooove bubble baths and Lush's Tramp is my number one bubble bath. Makes me feel like a woodland creature (if they took baths). The only other source of bubbles that has come close is Lush's Blue Skies bubble bar, but I tend to have an aversion to the sweetness that pervades the Lush bath products, so Blue Skies isn't nearly as good as Tramp. I also love spiders (though I don't really want to touch them) and am constantly scooping them up and tossing them outside. It's funny that you mentioned the spider in the bath, because I keep my bath pillow up on a shelf and one time there was obviously a spider lounging about on it, because I plopped it in the tub and there was this poor spider floating on the water. I think I more or less rescued him, but since I don't know the long term effects of bubble bath exposure on arachnids, I can't say for sure.

He's all yours, I'll take pretty boy Lucien Carr, even if he was a murderer! I am both fascinated and repulsed by that bunch. Fascinated by the romantic aspects of it (which is, of course, easy to do 50-60 years later) and repulsed because what I really suspect is that they were just a bunch of self-absorbed and self-indulgent assholes who would be a real pain in the ass to be around for any extended length of time.

Alas, it's not fuchsia, but flaming red. I'm not really a fuchsia person, but Bard didn't want my hilarious title, so I took it for myself. I only wish I had the coloring to wear flaming tomato red sort of colors. I'm a total fiend for red.

Well, in that case, you ladies can duke it out over Gris and I'll take Joe Perry! And since I can think of no safer place to put it than in someone else's blog, here's a picture of my boyfriend and me in L.A. a couple of years ago.

You're gonna have to wrestle Beth for Joe Perry! I was expecting you to have a Louise Brooks bob, however, I'm thrilled that you're a brunette, because the international (or midwestern?) woman of mystery and scanty underthings that I pictured you to be had to be a brunette!

Yay for valentina saving the pup! I've totally got the lost and/or sick animal karma. Unfortunately, it's very hard to catch a dog that doesn't want to be caught, so I don't have that great of a record of actually catching them. One time, years ago, I was waiting for the bus at a very busy intersection and this big old shepherd/husky sort of mix comes ambling down the freakin' busy street. I was like wtf?, so I grabbed his collar, which was easy because he was pretty old and slow and out of it. Since I didn't have a car and didn't think a cabdriver would take me anywhere with a smelly old dog, the two of us ended up walking almost 3 miles to Anti-Cruelty.

Yikes! If I ever start having dreams about being pregnant, I'm gonna need some pharmaceutical intervention. I'll take my psychotic murderer and teeth falling out any day over pregnancy dreams.

There's one crazy dream that I must have had around 20 years ago, that I've never forgotten. When I lived at home, I was constantly having dreams about people breaking in, probably because my brothers and I were always picking the locks on the basement windows when we would get locked out, so I knew how freakin' easy it was to get in our house. Anyway, I dreamed that it was David Bowie trying to climb in the window and he was wearing a wetsuit and carrying a large knife. I'm sure he was going to kill me. Why David Bowie?, you may very well ask, and I would have to say that I have had a lifelong troubled relationship with Mr. Bowie that I will relate at another time. I absolutely love dreaming! I think I have pretty vivid dreams every night, but lately, if I don't try to remember them soon after waking, then they're pretty much lost, though strange snippets will drift into my mind throughout the day.

I am reminded of one of the funniest "matches" ads I've ever seen in one of the local free weekly papers. It was many, many years ago, and I wish I'd saved it. It said something like: I like to eat my soupy soup and I like to _______________ (I can't remember what he said, it was something fairly innocent). And I like when I am naughty and get to wear peach panties, and I am Pantyman!

Maybe he likes wearing women's underwear and heard about your legendary lingerie collection.

Glad you like them! Can't decide whether to make a Monster Bait icon out of the second one or go for your Monster in my Kilt idea...

Okay, this may not be quite what you had in mind, but I'm more of a photoshop dabbler than master And if that's not titillating enough, I also found this guy for you

Only if they're wee lacy pink knickers. I may just happen to know someone who can make your pin-up kilt scenario come true.

Hahahahaha! That's my favorite of his fallen panties illustrations (though now I can't remember if he even has any that don't have fallen panties). I especially love how the bus driver is looking in the mirror. I'm so glad the weather is getting warmer, so I'll actually want to wear skirts again, because I can't remember the last time I had the thrill of my panties falling down on the bus!

I was out stealing panties off of clotheslines.

I've got the same sweetness amping problem you have and if you really amp the vanilla like I do, Golden Priapus may turn out to be too sweet. I would recommend Dee and Old Scratch and maybe Baron Samedi from your list. Villain is very similar to Whitechapel on me, so you may not like it any better. I absolutely love Usher, but I would put it in the same category with my other love, Severin. I would also suggest Saint-Germain and, if you can handle a touch of rose, Thanatos is very nice.

It's adorable! You're such a girly girl with your little pink house, Snarky.

Yoo hoo, I'm right here! I think I need to see that movie again, because I've only seen it once and the only quote I remembered was the FUN RULES! quote (and I didn't even remember that correctly, had to go and look it up after). I'll be lucky if I can remember one quote after each viewing.

Usher is the most beautifully fresh and clean scent I have ever experienced. It could have gone wrong in numerous ways, the musk could have been too masculine, the aquatic note could have given me a massive headache and allergy attack (like every other aquatic does) and the currant could have ended up too sweet. Amazingly, though, everything blends together into the scent of spring with a touch of fruit. And even more amazing was that my boyfriend actually said, "mmmm...something smells good", which happens with maybe 1 out of 200 scents.