Saturday, February 14th, 2004 | 14:11
Prepositioned within an inch of my life.

Because some people's Signmyguestbooks won't let me sign them and email is just too easy to cop out of, my messages, shout-outs and whatnots will be here.
Jon: There are two things wrong with that fifth sentence.
Shift into second.
I take my socks off with the big toe of the opposite foot. I slide my toe into the ankle and peel it off, turning it inside-out. Still holding the first sock between my first and second toes, I repeat with the other foot, sliding the second sock inside the first.
I like it because it leaves my hands free to do other things. That is, if you can deal with the really strange wriggling going on below my waist.
While running back and forth between the computer and my semi-functional tape deck recording an incredible Motown record, I've forgotten who else I intended to holla at.

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