just ignore and let this one die

They dance in Goth/Industrial clubs too!!

Too healthy- I want a steak- rare.. and a couple fried eggs and some grits.. and hmm- biscuits with sausage gravy- damn there isn't a single Cracker Barrel on my way to work

http://www.crackerbarrel.com/

is Punch the Hobbit, Kick the Hobbit considered "dancing"?

Goog Morning everyone! Running a little behind up here myself.

The breakfast looks lovely Maureen...Mmm, thanks. *hugs*

Lil, hope you had a good time last night. Nothin' like a good two-step or a little Texas-swing to get the blood pumpin'. You can keep the line dances though.

Wow Honey...elegant, classy, sultry, and seductive, all bound together, if I'm not mistaken, in Blaze? The lucky feller that graces your arm won't stand a chance when you hit him full force with this look.

The day a waltz spontaneously breaks out there will be the day I admit what they do can be called "dancing".

Not a Cracker Barrel within a day's drive up here. They are danged tasty though.

Ooooh - nostalgia is kicking in! While Rumpole was on TV I went out for a time with a really attractive and smart lady barrister in training who I called "Portia".

Pep (Not smart or attractive enough for her though)

Um, I marry men in the wrong time zones?

*kiss*

Thanks sweety.....ROFL...I do *not* need to hear the details on why

Boy, you're good...yep, Blaze.

And no, he didn't stand a chance!

/me looks over...Kash honey, you recovered yet?

*silence*

Um, no, guess not! *laughs*

You can have the eggs and grits. I'll have the biscuits and gravy. Although, some chorizo con papas wouldn't be bad either.

Wow, never pegged you as a NASCAR fan.

Who's you favorite driver?

I'm a Mark Martin fan myself, glad to see him coming back full time next year.

Androids: The Ultimate Vibrator.

That is one cute kitteh!!!

I'm curious...is anyone else having difficulty posting across the street? (I cannot get the pages to load.)

edit: nvm. I cleared my cache, etc. and all is well.

There was some short-term issue over there a little while ago.

But, more importantly, why is my boss here? He was supposed to be at some conference today and tomorrow, but I just saw him wander by outside my office.

Sounds yum- and a nice cafe con leche and tostadas cubanas to dunk in it.

wth??? How dare he show up like that!! Doesn't he know you have stuffs to do?

http://www.amazon.com/Silver-Metal-Lover-Tanith-Lee/dp/0553581279

I know, right? I was all mellowed out and "Oh yay! Pay day and no boss!"


I love that book, but not for the 'android as vibrator' reasons...it's really about the power of love.

So...Ann...level 80 yet at teh evil place?

You'd be surpised how many fans are up here.

Well I was a HUGE Tony Stewart fan until they put him in a Toyota. I always rooted for the Army Car no matter who drove it, so Mark is a fave as well, but I've now latched onto Martin Truex, Jr. It's not often Jersey can claim one of it's own among the NASCAR drivers. My oldest brother got me into it, I spent a summer with him after High School when he was stationed in Texas, and it just sort of grew on me. I go to Pocono each year as it's only about an hour away, plus I've visited several of the other tracks on non race days. What is there not to like about it? Good looking , sweaty guys, in cool jumpsuits, drivng fast cars and making lots of money. Sounds good to me. I also like Formula One races too.

I tell people, they should go to at least one race. When they start their engines all together the sound is unreal, and at least at Pocono, when all 40 of them come barrelling down the stretch, withe the deafening roar and you feel the grandstand shake it is truly exciting. Once you learn the strategies of the race, it is much more tha just driving in a circle, watching the drivers apply their various tactics and making their moves is fascinating. To drive in such close quarters at high speed like that is a skill for sure. Actually , it not unlike driving on I80 here.

Next year I plan to do some road trips with some of friends, maybe rent an RV and hit some tracks. Pocono, Dover, Watkins Glen, New Hampshire, and maybe Chicago.

Yosef's heavy footfalls echo in the barren room as he walks to the center where Zi kneels on the bare floor, bruised and naked except for her collar and tight leather bands around her wrists and upper arms. A heavy chain grasps her ankle with a single, metal manacle and keeps her tethered to a large, cast iron weight. The rise and fall of Zi's chest with each ragged breath the only movement she makes. The aroma of sweat heavy in the air. With a small sigh, Yosef squats down on his heels to face the girl on eye level. Her eyes never focus and her body never sifts but a single , faltering deep breath let's Yosef know she is aware of his presence.

"You need a rest, girl."

Yosef touches Zi's face ad pulls the strands of hair away from her from her eyes. His fingers gently tugging the long strands from her lips and brushing the hair back and away.

"It's time to let me carry the load."

Yosef wraps his ams under and around the exhausted girl and pulls her against his chest. the cool metal of his jacket's zipper on her bare skin a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. The chain jingls as yosef spins his arm around to wrap the chain on his forearm. Then with a smooth motion he easily lifts Zi's small frame -- body, chain and ball -- and carries her from the room.

...

The bath water is wram. Hot at first, but then soothing to the abused muscles as the heat loosens the tenson. Yosef pours water from a picture over Zi's shoulders where it runs down her back and chest, funneled down the center by her tender breasts, now a deep red color from her thrashing by Mistress J.

One by one, Yosef unbuckles tha straps from Zi's arms and lets them drop to the floor. With each release, he washes the area and rubs the skin benieth bringing the area back to life from it's constricted strangulation. When the manacle on her ankle is the last of her bonds, Yosef caresses her calf and shin and looks to her face.

"I can not remove this one. Only you have the key. I wish it were that simple, but I swear to you, I will help you find it if at all possible. This is not a casual flirt. This is not just another story. This is my promise to you. Here. Now. In front of witnesses. I love you too much to leave you at the mercy of others, and that is what jealousy is. It is you allowing other people to dictate how you feel. But we can talk more later. For now. Rest. And know that I care for you."

I know- it was a beautiful love story- (I didn't care for the monkeys chopped by the helicopter blades part, though) I have read it more than once- I loved "Jayne, Jain like (something) Rain.."