polywolly

sorry Melody?

I am hungry...for nothing actually in the house at the moment. Curse the luck.

DarkVamp? What'd ya say? I was too busy staring at your avie to listen... *goes back to staring at avie*

Well, I am happy to add the third vote for shaving. It's just more comfortable. I've thought of waxing, but the thought alone scares me stupid. So, until I feel the need for painful hair removal treatments, I'll stick with shaving. Like everyone else, at times, I get lazy, which seems to keep my husband guessing. He seems to like the variety. I've been shaving for so long now that if the...growth...gets out of hand, I can't stand it. So I'm afraid I'll have to keep it up for the rest of my days, or until I'm too old to bend that way.

I haven't either. My husband and I haven't played video games in years. Not since the tiny apartment with no cable TV. We played this bass fishing game on Super Nintendo, which was old even then, and talked like those fisherman guys' on TV. "We's pullin' up to the weeded area now. This's where ol' Steve lost his favorite jig last fall. Ain't that right Steve?" "At's right, Jim. You's gotta watch the test weight of yer line in these waters." It was hours of endless fun for all!

Not guilty. Now, if you had cited some other store... No comment. Gave socks to someone as a Christmas gift.

Ted Kennedy. Why are forum games so fun?

^ Has fudgesicles and must pay! < Searched for fudgesicles at the local grocery and found only the no sugar kind. Then I gave up and bought drumsticks. V Will tell me what specific questions I must ask to find the real-deal fudgesicles.

How'd ya know? Redsliver?

Melody Fate

I am sad that the dryer just stopped. I am aware that that means I have to put the clothes away. I am also aware that I can’t start them for a third time and say, “They sat too long. They need to tumble to get the wrinkles out.”

Forget Paris (movie)

^ Distracted me with keys once and managed to steal all of my ice cream cones. < Has since purchased more ice cream cones. The Drumstick kind with the ice cream already in them, dipped in chocolate, and then sprinkled with peanut pieces. Mmm... V Did not need to hear all that ice cream detail.

Uh-uh. Enchanted Faery?

2387 - That number is fun to say aloud, which means nothing online. Twentythreeeightyseven. See?

I am no longer allowed to write lemons unless I'm absolutely sure my husband isn't reading over my shoulder.

Electric Jam (Vodka, Blue Curacao, Sour, Lime Soda)

As far as dreams go, I have had some crazy ones. One I remember very vividly was that I returned home from some far-away place for a family gathering and could not understand why my Dad wasn't there. After I asked several times, my Mom finally told me that he'd died and they'd just buried him that morning. The next thing I knew, I was standing next to the mound of fresh dirt that was my Dad's grave, wondering why no one told me or even seemed to care. That really bothered me because I have a very tight-knit family and my Dad is very much alive. I woke up still feeling sick with grief and astounded at the apathy my family displayed in the dream. I have also experienced the gender-bending sort, much like some of you have described. In some, the setting is very vague and only the emotions and sensations matter, but I'm still very aware that I am the man in the situation. It's almost as though I'm studying every aspect of the action even as I'm experiencing it. In other dreams where I find myself the man, I am usually the seducer. I instigate the proceedings, teasing and luring until I get what I want. Regrettably, just before I get what I want, I usually wake up. The masculine dreams are always highly erotic. In the dream, I rarely wonder why I am a man. The knowledge is understood, as are the motivations behind my actions. I have no way of knowing if the sensations I feel as a man in my dreams are really the same as a man feels, nor have I explored the theory that they may be related to past lives. I am a firm believer in reincarnation, so the notion is plausible. I guess I’ve just never thought much about it. Of course, the sexually charged dreams where I’m a woman are always highly erotic as well. I do have another question to pose the panel, much on the same topic. Has anyone else experienced voyeuristic dreams? I remember several where I was a participant, but I was not viewing the proceedings through my eyes, but from a third perspective, almost like a movie. I have also had some dreams where I am not involved at all, just watching strangers--they are usually strangers--from the sidelines. Sometimes they are simply there for my viewing pleasure. Other times I feel like a field researcher, taking mental notes and analyzing the contestants’ speed and ingenuity, if you will, while remaining neutral emotionally. I am curious if anyone else has experienced similar things.

...of the Universe

Because they got into an arguement during the cool-down cycle. Are pieces of pizza called slices or are slices of pizza called pieces?

Not guilty. I don't lend stuff often, and when I do, I chaperone my stuff. "Are you done yet? Are you done yet? Are you done yet...?" Failed a major class in high school/college.

I don't know capcom, so I'm unable to freak. Melody?

From Hell (movie)

I am lazy, too. I am excited my parents are visiting tomorrow for a BBQ. I am not excited about going to the grocery store to BUY food for the BBQ. I am not a fan of supermarkets, and I'm not entirely sure why.

I am no longer allowed to shout, immediately after Melody's comment, "YEAH! HAS THE RASH CLEARED UP?"