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Apr. 29th, 2005
Well. To mitigate my disappointment...
Apr. 29th, 2005 09:19 pm...of not seeing the "Serenity" trailer, I made some icons.
Yeah, yeah, I know the last one's been done to death, but I had to, you know? Because I...am a sheep.
Yeah, yeah, I know the last one's been done to death, but I had to, you know? Because I...am a sheep.
Well. To mitigate my disappointment...
Apr. 29th, 2005 09:19 pm...of not seeing the "Serenity" trailer, I made some icons.
Yeah, yeah, I know the last one's been done to death, but I had to, you know? Because I...am a sheep.
Yeah, yeah, I know the last one's been done to death, but I had to, you know? Because I...am a sheep.
Woo! Poll!
Apr. 29th, 2005 10:58 pmBecause the Hubby and I are still debating Cold Comfort.
This paragraph:
He still shivers. Vampires shouldn’t shiver. The narrow bed will hold us both, and my high body heat may help him. I tell myself that it is simply out of consideration for his comfort that I lie on the blanket and pull him close. Certainly I have suffered no bereavement this day--these puny humans, with their demanding and confusing emotions, meant nothing to me. I need no solace from this half-conscious half-breed, who grasps my waist as a drowning man would. I rest my cheek on the wild curls that have escaped from their prison of hair gel and tell myself that he is the one who needs consolation; that he is the one whose bonds to his friends were broken by death; that his spirit, as well as his body, is the one that suffers. I do not wish for vengeance, do not feel grief, or rage, or loss.
Yes. That is what I tell myself as tears fall from my eyes.
So, we have commissioned a poll, wording approved by both of us:
Expand your answer in comments, please. I'm really interested in this. :-)
This paragraph:
He still shivers. Vampires shouldn’t shiver. The narrow bed will hold us both, and my high body heat may help him. I tell myself that it is simply out of consideration for his comfort that I lie on the blanket and pull him close. Certainly I have suffered no bereavement this day--these puny humans, with their demanding and confusing emotions, meant nothing to me. I need no solace from this half-conscious half-breed, who grasps my waist as a drowning man would. I rest my cheek on the wild curls that have escaped from their prison of hair gel and tell myself that he is the one who needs consolation; that he is the one whose bonds to his friends were broken by death; that his spirit, as well as his body, is the one that suffers. I do not wish for vengeance, do not feel grief, or rage, or loss.
Yes. That is what I tell myself as tears fall from my eyes.
So, we have commissioned a poll, wording approved by both of us:
Expand your answer in comments, please. I'm really interested in this. :-)
Woo! Poll!
Apr. 29th, 2005 10:58 pmBecause the Hubby and I are still debating Cold Comfort.
This paragraph:
He still shivers. Vampires shouldn’t shiver. The narrow bed will hold us both, and my high body heat may help him. I tell myself that it is simply out of consideration for his comfort that I lie on the blanket and pull him close. Certainly I have suffered no bereavement this day--these puny humans, with their demanding and confusing emotions, meant nothing to me. I need no solace from this half-conscious half-breed, who grasps my waist as a drowning man would. I rest my cheek on the wild curls that have escaped from their prison of hair gel and tell myself that he is the one who needs consolation; that he is the one whose bonds to his friends were broken by death; that his spirit, as well as his body, is the one that suffers. I do not wish for vengeance, do not feel grief, or rage, or loss.
Yes. That is what I tell myself as tears fall from my eyes.
So, we have commissioned a poll, wording approved by both of us:
Expand your answer in comments, please. I'm really interested in this. :-)
This paragraph:
He still shivers. Vampires shouldn’t shiver. The narrow bed will hold us both, and my high body heat may help him. I tell myself that it is simply out of consideration for his comfort that I lie on the blanket and pull him close. Certainly I have suffered no bereavement this day--these puny humans, with their demanding and confusing emotions, meant nothing to me. I need no solace from this half-conscious half-breed, who grasps my waist as a drowning man would. I rest my cheek on the wild curls that have escaped from their prison of hair gel and tell myself that he is the one who needs consolation; that he is the one whose bonds to his friends were broken by death; that his spirit, as well as his body, is the one that suffers. I do not wish for vengeance, do not feel grief, or rage, or loss.
Yes. That is what I tell myself as tears fall from my eyes.
So, we have commissioned a poll, wording approved by both of us:
Expand your answer in comments, please. I'm really interested in this. :-)