My dearest Mariposa , I'm ALWAYS well...after all, I'm the cat with nine lives. ...And, seeing your brand new nickname, I assume you're MORE than OK. No need to ask, right?
quote]She hasn't written to me or called!!!! Still waiting,hoping and wondering?
Still holding your breath? Let me enlighten you then: the only reason why I haven't called is because our Big Brother from CS doesn't allow me to call people names...
...and then I woke up and realized it was just another nightmare. Damn this Spring Fever! ...and one of your wildest dreams,I know...You thought you got rid of me,right?
Silly,but my way of saying "Good to see you,guys! Missed me?"
Somehow related to your "rainy day" poll: there is a saying here, "On a rainy day, the best things to do are 1.counting your money or 2.making babies". So, since I'm not planning to give birth to Dumbo (it's a Disney Character ), you better be reeeally loaded, my friend.
Honey, let me enlighten you: Nat is a woman and, as you know, we have this tendency to go together to the bathroom, 'cause somebody elses’s company doesn’t bother us at all . On the other hand, you (and I mean most of you, guys) have a problem with it and that’s because this little boys room is, usually, an open space and we know how much you hate any kind of comparison/competition when it comes to SOME of your assets. If I’m mistaken, feel free to prove me wrong, but let me get a measuring tape, first, so we can measure your explanation.
Listen Brainy, try to be more specific, dear: are you talking about those wish dreams? 'Cause if you're not and it's about our dreams-dreams, I still remember some of my worst nightmares and, trust me, I'm not willing to make them come true. I mean, as an example, who'd wanna be Highlander's female version nowadays, with this terrible global warming? I kid you not, I dreamt this one night: I was the last immortal left on Earth and was desperately looking for someone to behead me. , because that unbearable heat caused Terminator, Superman, James Bond, Brad Pitt and even Rusty knight's death. And there I was, all alone, with no man to make his life miserable. The good thing is I woke up in the morning and I realized it was just a nightmare; my work here, on Earth, isn't done yet...still plenty of fish in and outside my teritorial waters.
Actually, no...CHEERLEADERS are the best for you, men, but only if you're good home run hitters and they're hoping you can still score . As for the , well...let's just say they come in handy later on, when, because of your laziness, boredom or even your beer belly, it takes an elephant's memory for cheerleaders to remember those glorious days of your best shots. Hey,we're still talking sports,right?
Love's still in the air,princess... But, to be honest with you, I miss the times when I had you as my "partner in crime" over here . But, hey, maybe you kept your whip for the rest of the guys, others than your Prince Charming (just in case they don't behave). So let's party, girl!!!
Well, Christmas is coming and, since I've been a good girl (lately ), I'll tell you what's the most creative toy for myself, maybe Santa will see this. So here I go: Dear Santa,
If you don't wanna kill all the beauty of my artistic soul, please, please try to remember that I specifically asked for a toy boy on the top of my list. Ahhh, I can almost see him opening his mouth and me saying "Honey, read carefully your own instructions manual...you DON'T speak, you don't even think. I do all the talking and thinking here". And, I swear to you Santa, if you grant me this wish, I'm gonna uninterruptedly talk to him (trust me, I can do that ). As for my above-mentioned artistic soul, I can guarantee you that I'm gonna use ALL my creativity to make a nice man out of him: I'll teach him how to beg, to crawl, to jump when I crack my whip...ummm, yes, I think I'm perfectly capable to create the new and improved Pavlov's dog . And no, I'm not aiming at the Nobel Prize, it's just ONE of my many ways to express creativity when it comes to men . Looking forward to hearing from you,
So what if I'm not receiving that text , the call and the flowers? Tomorrow is another day (yes,I'm suffering from Scarlett O'Hara's syndrome today ). A for a cactus.
Well,I think it's the other way around.WE should be thankful if they're still willing to hang around.I don't know about you guys,but that's what makes me smile:seeing Flower and W/D sending kisses to each other,reading about Hi-Fi's bus and her preparations for a new life and (ok,ok,I'm gonna say it) even Rusty's love declarations to Marti. Those are positive thoughts,not our mumblings about stupid letters (I KNOW it's my own thread,I'm not senile ),fake profiles,liars,eating out alone and stuff like that. I really hope all of you guys stick around and tell us how's a normal happy life (not too many details,though...I don't have time to read that much...I'm busy living my pathetic virtual life,ok? ).
Hey!Heey!Heeey!Wait a minute,Mr.W.Hip!What's next?We become close friends and I get to be a maid of honour at your wedding to Marti? No way,pal!I still don't get it:what could Gorgeous_Marti possibly like about you?I hope,for her own sake,she wakes up before it's too late.If not,so be it!If she likes you,I like you too. ...but I need to get a second opinion,first...I'm gonna ask someone I trust...let's say...Brunette.How about that?
Love and kisses back, Al Waysmy Pleasure (aka Butnot T. Hatgently)
Ay,ay,ay mariposa!Don't tell me your butterflies have flown,'cause I don't believe you.Besides,I happen to know a nice gentleman who can back me up on that.
Picky's contribution: I got married last night...
My dearest Mariposa , I'm ALWAYS well...after all, I'm the cat with nine lives....And, seeing your brand new nickname, I assume you're MORE than OK. No need to ask, right?