Headin' south. Gen's with Anita. You really need me leave a message here.

( Karen )

So, right.

It's Saturday evening, and I'm bored.

So I'm offering free massages. I heard I'm pretty good with my hands.

And if it turns into sex a movie and popcorn, even better.

[OOC: thread is here; feel free to assume if you don't want to play though]

So those new taco bell salads look amazing, don't they?

( Mick. )

The Genesis of the Butterfly by Victor Hugo

The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers
That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings,
That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide,
With muffled music, murmured far and wide.
Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays
That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays,
Of the fond hearts within a billet bound,
Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound,
The messages of love that mortals write
Filled with intoxication of delight,
Written in April and before the May time
Shredded and flown, playthings for the wind's playtime,
We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady mistress in despair,
To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies.

I thought I would share a lovely poem I read today. And, thank you, Tesla. I went to see your Healer and everything is going quite well.

Current Mood: cheerful

Thirty-nine weeks in a few days. Oy.

It's so nice out again. Maybe I'm weird but I love the heat. Little deodarant under the boobs and we're good to go walking, and that's always nice, get to spend some time with my mister.

( Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am Sam Winchester. )

( Logan. )