a step outside of hell

[tea_and_ink]

Have you seen this? You've seen this. But I don't care, because LOOK AT THIS



I kind of love that shirt. Please goddess, let it be his shirt. And the boots, the boots man!

:: brain short-circuits::

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[penandnotebook]

::whimpers:: such loving description. Is it wrong that I kinda wanna run my tongue over that oh so smooth planed chest, over the stomach and rests on the hips?

Yeah, thought so.

EMAILING HAS BEEN ACHIEVED despite hotmail's attempts at making me fail. You lose hotmail, LOSE!

[filmedinsepia.livejournal.com]

Nah, my heads been there since I saw the picture. GUH.

I have also emailaged back with my own random crap, so we have a nice combination of random crap, but HOTMAIL, STOP FAILING. *pets gmail lovingly*

[penandnotebook]

would you think less of me if I confessed this pic's been in an extra window the WHOLE night and I go back to it every couple of minutes? Where is the boyfriend when he's needed?

::kicks hotmail:: srsly, what is wrong with that stupid loser lately? ::runs off to read your random crap:: eeeee

[filmedinsepia.livejournal.com]

I couldn't possibly when I've been up for two hours and that pictures been open for that entire time too. Theres no hope for us, is there?

Whats up with it? I never use it anymore so I never find out how rubbish its being, lol.

[penandnotebook]

a kindred spirit. Sisters in arms. Fellow countrywoman. Beloved flist member.

It's acting all diva-like, wanting to do things when it wants them done, as if I wasn't the owner of the freakin' account and, you know, the human in the equation! Minion training with it, man.