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Not at all... Are you talking to me???

Not in Australia. Even the cats have become lactose intolerant. We have milk reserves to the ceiling!

eyes is very nice
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WE HAVE A SAYING IN OUR LANGUAGE:

EITHER BEHAVE WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE
OR
BE WHAT YOU BAHAVE LIKE

I confess:I think I'm getting addicted to Vicks....

I wish I had time to get bored.

Thanks for understanding sweetie, you've always been a really good friend...I appreciate everything you bring to CS...

Not sayin' Riya...

I'm going to keep this private and between us so as to minimize the effect of any possible drama people may like to start...

I'll confess..I think I'm in love

Not confessing who...But someone here makes me smile alot, and that is a good thing...

Once i kissed an English man

I hope you didn't hurt yourself. Hi Orla Yep, I needed the extra zzzz's. Could use a nap now but I have enough coffee in me to keep going for the day.

I slept in today, for the first time in ages, and I don't feel at all guilty about it.

My lovely Riya,

As you well know the dharma does not allow for the intermingling of those of differing varna. And worse yet I am but a lowly Parjanya, an outcast, an untouchable. As you my sweet sweet lady are assuredly of the Brahmin second only to the Kshatriyas, how could my simple existence ever manage to allow you to excel?
You know you are like unto a queen to me and your kindness soothes my social leprosy, but in your presence I am but a disfiguring blot on your eternal radiance.
Even amidst my own caste, I am but a bhangis, outcast among outcastes. You wondrous visage is as far beyond my frail existence as the heavens and their scintillating jewels.
I fear in my lowly state I am resigned to watching your essence float through my life, as intangible as smoke. As much as this hurts me I find myself drawn to fire-building with smoldering materials just to allow my ill conceived imagination to perceive your glory amidst the ghostly white fumes.
You are an angel in ascension and I am but a weight to hinder your flight.
I happily wait at your feet hoping to catch from you the occasional words that fall unused from your glistening lips. Treasures I will hold to my breast as warmth for the coldest seasons. Perhaps basking in your presence will allow me to attain a hold in a higher caste one day but for now I am hardly worthy of filling a hole in the road your graceful feet travel.
All I have left are dreams...


(There are you happy my spoiled little princess... )

What are ya trying to say Riya????

Chocolates? or flowers? maybe a cake? popcorn? perhaps a pet? or maybe a