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Jade
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Dec 29, 2008 06:27PM

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Except, i like a good-sized snowball made of the white fluffy snow that feels like silk...
well, maybe not LIKE it...but it has some sort of a similarity


*looks over at tiny village being burned**steps in front of it so no one sees*
Ahehehe...so, what were you saying? *glances over shoulder nervously*

Hey Captain...I B Marvelous? Et Vous? Have you added additional chapters to your "cutting tale"?
Oh, and I have a book you may want to read...it is by one of my best buds, and an amazing author, Martin Millar...Lonely Werewolf Girl. It is a must read! I think you will like his quirky sense of humor. Read my review on Amazon.com.

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...

I just finished reading several of your poems...only one word comes to mind...Brilliant!


Twilight of the Soul
Dreams and Dragons
Funeral of the Forgotten Word
"I hate it when the voices in my head get louder than the music."
First Kiss (this is especially well written. It could easily be mistaken for a passage from Romeo and Juliet)

Um...let's see...
The "I hate it when..." was written in eighth grade...Funeral was written in 9th...Dream and First Kiss were written fairly recently...
But thanks.

For it is now time for me to say adieu, as 4am comes far too early :]
Night All!

And one thing that makes me confused: The term 'the small of his/her back'
I mean, our backs' aren't really that small, so I'm quite confused when people put it in context

Ahh, the "small of the back," (or better yet, the curve of the back) is a sensual body spot, a romantic spot.
The spot where a man is "allowed" to place his hand upon a lady when dancing...anything lower would be considered improper.
It is also a vulnerable spot, near the L5 and L4 vertebra. A strong blow to that region can cause paralysis.

I had a feeling that that's where it was, but I wasn't entirely sure.
Once again, thanks!

What are you guys doing?
I am trying to write my story, while check updates on goodreads, play on the Maximum Ride Roleplay, and watch the Sugar Bowl, which means watching Alabama get pounded by the Utah Utes. :D GO UTES!

I'm also on my rocking chair which will later belong to my sister in May when she gives birth (I hope it's a boy)
And I'm locked up in my room, and too lazy to walk a foot and turn on my music (i'me listening to the Scissor Sisters)
yeah . . . football awesomness

*sings*
Oooh
Don't you give me them blues
I got magic in my dancing shoes
Let me hear you say ooooh

*sings different song*
Is it the party that ain't over 'til it's through?
Is it the wiring that's suddenly a blown fuse?
Is it a chemical that makes this moment true?
Is it the music that connects me to you?
To you-hoo!
*tries to find a song to sing*
I'm brain dead.
I'm brain dead.