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Sometimes when I'm out dancing late at night, I think about Asia Argento in Transylvania and feel like the hottest cat in the whole room, just being with myself. Enjoy.
(Yes, I have work to do, which I am going to do now. Meow.)
Update: I have a storm inside me. Sometimes I think I'll just dance alone in my bedroom with the lights out. I also think about swimming naked in the river with a full moon hanging above a clear sky. I wish I could go out and meet a man I don't necessarily know very well, who would match me drink for drink, argue with me, watch me dance and then take me to ______ and _______ until every last corner of the storm has blown itself out. Afterwards, we would part ways on excellent terms.
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Self-censorship! The biggest problem with what you want, as it seems to me, is 'who would match me drink for drink.'
But yeah: I love rain; there hasn't been a pour that I've not wanted to be in. The normal things stop me, though -- wet clothes are uncomfortable after, the possibility of chill, of terminal voltage. Wish everyone would disappear, so I could strip off and flop around. I wish I was a rivulet made of water from the sky.
Ahem.
ahem.
see you soon for dancing.
Are you sure you are channeling Asia Argento, and not ACTUALLY SECRETLY deep down inside-LY channelling Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz?
She has very nice dancing shoes
And pigtails.
Because I have to say that in our over 10 years of friendship, there have been so many times when I look at you and check myself, and stop, and say, "Wow. Doesn't she look like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz"
I'm just saying.
ur such a bitch. x.
Dorothy? No lah, Zilla. More like the Tin Dude. Mm those lanky arms.
Newt
I'll be tinman only if they chrome me. Damn vain.
i know a good chromer if anyone needs one. no stepping in MRIs and there's not much traction to prevent spaghetti straps from constant slips.
please enquire within.
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