taysteewonderbunny

You haven't read the pun primer?

I like to work on two or three (non-alcoholic) beverages at once. Common combinations: latte (iced or hot), water, cola juice, water, coffee vanilla milkshake, water, coffee, cola (for late night studying) tea, water, juice

cowboy

Don't you love the chorus of moans?

Isn't this some kind of post-post-modernist thing where everyone directs and everyone acts and no one is quite satisfied with the billing they get? And why can't this be a musical? Don't you want a musical?

isn't the world a stage?

I can wake up early to feed the goats. I love animals, exept chickens--I'll kill chickens; I hate them mean dumb ankle-pecking super-territorial fuckers. I love getting my hands dirty, so put me to work in the compost pile. I love bugs, worms, insects, so stick me in the worm farm and apiary. I like to wash dishes--I promise I'll scrub under my fingernails first if I'm coming back from the compost pile. I like to organize OTHER PEOPLE'S STUFF; I'm extremely lazy about my own--so if I leave it laying around, keep it or toss it: that'll learn me. But I can keep stock of the larder. I can find a home for all the miscellaneous shit that collects in every household. I can write minutes to all household meetings, keep notes commemorating events, make records of soil and weather conditions and all that other boring data tracking stuff. And I love love love love writing officious sounding documents like policy or procedural manuals, schedules. I can be the commune librarian/records keeper (excluding accounting type stuff--arithematic hates me). I also love kids in about 2 hour doses, but can tolerate up to 4 doses daily provided I can have .5 hour sanity breaks. I can prep food, but since I have the habit of forgetting what I put in the oven/on the stove and how long ago, I don't recommend leaving me alone in there. But if you have 40 lbs of potatoes to peel, I'm your girl. And I like making cookies. I have a good memory for people's quirks, mannerisms, likes and dislikes and enjoy employing that knowledge to facilitate positive relations and a sense of well-being. That same knowledge has served me well in the past for linking up people whose needs and skill sets intersect. I deal with crises fairly well and usually generate an A, B and C plan simultaneously--it's weird; I kind of disconnect emotionally and go all cerebral. I have had to call on those skills too many times for my liking. Other randomness: I'm not an ace at it, but I can cut hair. I like to give massages. I can handbuild usable clayware. I have thrown pottery, but it usually comes out a bit too thick. Perhaps with more practice, though.... As for the rest, I'm usually a pretty quick learner. And I have a large repository of eclectic, surficial and, up to now, relatively useless knowledge gleaned from various media throughout my life that may, though still not likely, come in handy someday.

I think I've probably tried it all. Monogamy at first, and hated it because he was the first person I'd slept with and so was very eager to explore outside of those perameters. Then I was single and kind of "made out" with too many people (kissing, groping, getting turned off suddenly and running from the room) and was very confused but had "full-on sex" with no one for about 8 months. I had sex with a female friend of four years, discovered that I more than just thought I liked women--it was confirmed for me. But since heterosexual sex was also a strong desire for me, began considering open relationships. The two I had were utter nightmares. In the first, I stuck to the rules but he didn't--he flagrantly violated them, both per my rights to have others and per the restrictions that were supposed to keep us safe. In the second, we didn't see anyone behind each others backs, but he kept choosing women to share whom I didn't like much and insisting relentlessly on them despite the fact that they were insipid, spineless, emotionally unstable and liars. It seriously made me doubt his taste and I worried how much those negative qualities pertained to me if that's what he was so consistently attracted to. Just gross. I've had totally monogamous relationships with both men and women (yes, consecutively and not concurrently, or it wouldn't have been monogamous, silly) and always felt something was missing. I've had friends with benefits, but never really considered that acceptable for the longterm--more of a stopgap measure while I was looking for something else. I'd always kind of figured that I would find one first, then add the other, but I got lucky. Now, I'm in bliss being the third to an already established couple. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Please explain. I'm confused, since it was the first full book written in English--you mean you've never read it in MODERN English before, Middle English before, or English at all because all you've read were translations into other languages, or in English class as part of assigned reading?

Why don't you be a sleepover? I did it one year in high school. I wore a sleeping bag and fuzzy slippers and carried stuffed animals.

My right brain back.

How am I supposed to know what they were thinking at twelve?

Oh yeah, and one year I was that whiny redhead guy from American Idol who came in second. What's his name? Clay Aiken. I cut my hair, streaked it with blond, spiked it, foofed out my eyebrows (and glued some of the hair I'd cut off to them to fill them out more) and wore one of my boyfriend's suits that was way too big for me.

Um, yeah. I wouldn't want to be wearing those boots on deck in a storm, though. yeah, I'm confused because I've never been either of those things. Last year, I was a bullrider, complete with bull. I did the "Ash Wednesday" thing in 2001. I have also been, in my adult life, a librarian, a milk carton (with my "Missing" poster plastered on the side) and just plain lame. Never a bee. Never a bee. (I'd be a paperwasp--more fitting).

YEAH! MARTY GRAW (Mardi Gras) and ASH WEDNESDAY. He'll be the party; you'll be the morning after. Like?

Must we?

You serious?

voluptuous

Remote

Are you too infatuated with Peter's pixillated pecker to notice the woman to the right of him seems to have a migrating uniboob? (Actually, I do think it might be a pillow, wouldn't you agree?)