False. I no longer have anything furry. (Wow! how did that originally come out as 'for me'?)
The person blow me has snorted pixie sticks.
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S.R. / Coeptus Weir
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Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
False. I like numbers. Particularly the ones in my bank statement...When they exist.
The person below me has been bitten by a snake.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
True-ish. I have several I've never finished. Bad me.
The person below me prefers diet pop over regular.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
..sorta true? IRL I'm quiet and twitchy and occasionally hyper and have a tendency to hallucinate for absolutely no reason? And I don't really associate with anyone or get enough sleep, and have a tendency to loose people fairly quickly accause they wander off.. and on the interweb, it
s much the same way, only I'm louder and more hyper. ._. friends and the external remain basically the same. RECLUSE PRIDE. arr.
The person beneath me has gotten something stuck in their nose before.
The person beneath me has been attacked by deer. (Long story)
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
False. The person below you thinks freewebs is the devil and wouldn't bother to deal with them anyway.
I'll just post it here. It's not that long, anyway.
When I was about...erm 5-ish, we went to a petting zoo where you could go in the enclosure with the deer and feed them popcorn. Well, I was wearing a sweater that had these little, white snowballs sew onto it.
Well, there were about 20 deer versus a 5 year-old kid, and when they decided that I wasn't handing out the popcorn fast enough they knocked me down, ate the popcorn and tried to eat the snowballs off my shirt. It was great.
The person beneath me is addicted to caffiene.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
The person below me has learned that most people think relationships are built on magic and pretty boys without any attempt at having anything mildly interested in reality. ^__^
Very true. I think it's why most relationships fail these days, because they're built solely on physical attraction and lust. And then the poor little idiots look so perplexed when their relationship fails. They never think that it's more important to be with someone you actually like as a person...
The person below me is way less cynical than I am.