Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Monday, October 19, 2009
WHEN THERAPY IS GOOD
Therapy is good when he is the therapy.
Just look at those green eyes.
I could dive off his nose and drown in those eyes.
I'll let you have this one all to yourself JahTeh. The popped collar shirt, big whistle medallion and maroon velvet jacket kinda scares me a bit - I feel like he'd have a sleazy apartment with a ceiling mirror, disco lights and heart-shaped bed instead of a lounge suite....
Fleetwood how could you? I really thought that with brown eyes and a bit more curl to the hair, he'd be the spitting image of you.
Jealous much, CameraFace?
Jayne, I was thinking more along the lines of bathing him in Bombay Sapphire and slurping.
Kath, you're a hard one to please. Just think of him as one of those layered chocolates, where you peel away the bits you don't like until the soft centre appears.
Lord Sedgwick, I worry about you since you only appear in comments when there's a bloke on the blog. Is there something you'd like to confess to CameraFace? As for the word verification, I'd want a Stat Dec before I'd believe that.
River, He's better without the macho beard but sweet any way we can have him.
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Has he stolen that shirt off Harry Hill?
He must be short. He is using his shirt collar for buoyancy.
I think...I can picture a sloooooooow drip of scotch running down the line of his jaw that desperately needs licking up.....
I'll let you have this one all to yourself JahTeh. The popped collar shirt, big whistle medallion and maroon velvet jacket kinda scares me a bit - I feel like he'd have a sleazy apartment with a ceiling mirror, disco lights and heart-shaped bed instead of a lounge suite....
Coppertop, you know I'm only a phone call, lots more kilos, many more years and a couple of optometrist appointments away.
Oh well, was just a thought.
Collar me envious green.
(Mind you the word verification has me well tagged ... ABLECOCC.)
Oh he's sweet. And I do like me some sweet.
Fleetwood how could you? I really thought that with brown eyes and a bit more curl to the hair, he'd be the spitting image of you.
Jealous much, CameraFace?
Jayne, I was thinking more along the lines of bathing him in Bombay Sapphire and slurping.
Kath, you're a hard one to please. Just think of him as one of those layered chocolates, where you peel away the bits you don't like until the soft centre appears.
Lord Sedgwick, I worry about you since you only appear in comments when there's a bloke on the blog. Is there something you'd like to confess to CameraFace?
As for the word verification, I'd want a Stat Dec before I'd believe that.
River, He's better without the macho beard but sweet any way we can have him.
"Is there something you'd like to confess to CameraFace?"
Cameraface, the Confessor. Now that's a concept (immaculate or otherwise) to conjure with!
Ole Edward would turn in his gravy.
OK JahTeh, I'm into him now!
Oh and you're tagged - see 'Food Fetish' on my blog for the meme
Lord Sedgwick, I have cast a slur upon your honour. CameraFace, he's not gay, he's a determined hetero leacher.
Kath, you give me a food meme about food when I'm stressed, good that's the best time since food is continually on my mind.
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