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taleyaBut I brought pie!
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leighblack
Although very little of them are embarassing, you know me, I just don't give a shit :D (Well, ok. can you think of anything sadder than my ground state? A 28 year old shacked up with someone 7 years her junior, with all her DW stuff proudly on display and wearing a Tshirt that has the Pegasus galaxy gate addresses on it with the pithy quote of "Got Gate?" BTW,snowgrouse, how are you going with the image for those Team Timecock tshirts?)
So anyway, here's random weirdness:
- The steroids contained in my dystrophy meds are that vicious I've actually had to start shaving my face on occasion. I'd consider cultivating a small beard, but it's too patchy to look good.
- When depressed, I have a tendency to play Pet Shop boys. A lot of PSB. Usually their high energy shit. It doesn't lift my mood any, but it serves as a nice warning signal totorasin that I'm moody.
- I once flashed my tits at Jarvis Cocker during a Pulp concert. He seemed to appreciate them. Strangely enough, five years later, I ended up working with a guy who had been at that same concert, and actually remembered me from the tit-flashage. Small world. (Or I have a Most Awesome Rack)
- I would lick Kate Bush's thighs without hesitation. Have you seen the film clip to Babooshka??
- I would rather sit at home, arsing about than go out and deal with drunken arseholes who seem to think they're gods gift to every fucking thing in a skirt. Although I do entertain thoughts of putting skirts on tables in the middle of Fed Square to see how often they score. (Tables don't say no!)
- When I get drunk, I sing. A lot. Thankfully I usually surround myself with likewise drunk people, who have the beer earphones on and think I am actually rather skilled at the art of yowling.
- I genuinely fucking love pissing about with computers. In fact, I'd almost say I get off on it, except that only happened once when I was cutting a blowhole in a case, and had to clamp it between my thighs to steady it whilst using the jig saw.
- I'm such a softie. Really. Puffing and blustering is just facade. Ask my rats, ortorasin I'm a fuckin' marshmalllow.
But I'll still beat your arse if you hurt my own.
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leighblackAlthough very little of them are embarassing, you know me, I just don't give a shit :D (Well, ok. can you think of anything sadder than my ground state? A 28 year old shacked up with someone 7 years her junior, with all her DW stuff proudly on display and wearing a Tshirt that has the Pegasus galaxy gate addresses on it with the pithy quote of "Got Gate?" BTW,
snowgrouse, how are you going with the image for those Team Timecock tshirts?)So anyway, here's random weirdness:
- The steroids contained in my dystrophy meds are that vicious I've actually had to start shaving my face on occasion. I'd consider cultivating a small beard, but it's too patchy to look good.
- When depressed, I have a tendency to play Pet Shop boys. A lot of PSB. Usually their high energy shit. It doesn't lift my mood any, but it serves as a nice warning signal to
torasin that I'm moody.- I once flashed my tits at Jarvis Cocker during a Pulp concert. He seemed to appreciate them. Strangely enough, five years later, I ended up working with a guy who had been at that same concert, and actually remembered me from the tit-flashage. Small world. (Or I have a Most Awesome Rack)
- I would lick Kate Bush's thighs without hesitation. Have you seen the film clip to Babooshka??
- I would rather sit at home, arsing about than go out and deal with drunken arseholes who seem to think they're gods gift to every fucking thing in a skirt. Although I do entertain thoughts of putting skirts on tables in the middle of Fed Square to see how often they score. (Tables don't say no!)
- When I get drunk, I sing. A lot. Thankfully I usually surround myself with likewise drunk people, who have the beer earphones on and think I am actually rather skilled at the art of yowling.
- I genuinely fucking love pissing about with computers. In fact, I'd almost say I get off on it, except that only happened once when I was cutting a blowhole in a case, and had to clamp it between my thighs to steady it whilst using the jig saw.
- I'm such a softie. Really. Puffing and blustering is just facade. Ask my rats, or
torasin I'm a fuckin' marshmalllow.But I'll still beat your arse if you hurt my own.
