I am kind of a social butterfly. I enjoy romance and candlelight anythings. When alone, I like to build cabins out of blankets, pillows, couch cushions, and anything else deemed appropriate for the particular desired architecture. I often dream of running and hiding from the police or organized criminals out to get me. I rather enjoy these dreams, so I'm not sure what all that means. . . if anything. I hated to be the seeker when at play, and always felt secure in my speed and ability to get away if found. Sometimes I'd hide in obvious spots, positioned with the best escape routes. Options of returning to base were always preferred. But I digress.
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LC,
I've become slightly obsessed with your column. Thank you so much for coming back. I was worried I'd upset you.
Yours,
Najeda
I was worried you'd upset him as well....
UNFORTUNATELY, spike jones UPSET ME, you two have NOTHING to fret!
a mixture between a guy who can kill me with his hands and a guy who can embarrass me with his brains is a dominating look...
with regards,
to the master...
"MINE HANDS oft seen their days of GORE and GLORY, now the BRAIN doth shine LORE and STORY!"
-L.C.
thanks for the motivating poem, LC. i love the way you hammer grammar!
Not to mention, Shawn, that he's got enough collar-pop to make even your coolest outfit look like Weekend at Nerd Bernies!
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