You're cutting into my writing, hotpants, because we don't ever do a thing.
but i kinda like it.
I like all the bad TV I'm watching with my head on your leg. I like that you have a COUCH. Not a futon. Not a art deco bit of furniture shaped kind of like a kidney bean with a back, but a beat-up comfy couch. I like that you thought it was a good idea to eat a dozen eggs for dinner the other night.
Very gross, but very very funny, ultimately.
do I need to meet this person and serve up the threats or what?
this is me in full-on father figure role-playing now.
don't make me come up there.
seriously, though. awwww!
Posted by: logan at June 6, 2003 10:03 AMOf COURSE it's not a hickie. I burned myself with the curling iron.
yeah...that's it.
Posted by: sonya at June 6, 2003 10:03 AMof course, one of the happiest days of my life was the day I learned about "egg-bound". the notion of a dozen eggs seems like an opportune moment to remind myself about egg-bound and to enjoy a quiet chuckle!
oeuf/ic
Posted by: fire3500 at June 6, 2003 03:42 PMHe IS cutting into your writing.
*dang*