I really want a massage - I may get one tomorrow :D
Bikini Waxes hurt like hell oww
When we lose twenty pounds... we may be losing the twenty best pounds we have! We may be losing the pounds that contain our genius, our humanity, our love and honesty. ~Woody Allen
Is a chocolate muffin loving glitter ball
Could I have a full body massage which is followed by a gentle head massage and then an hour in a hot jaccuzi please? For free. I will pay in favours (well depending on the favours).............................
GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE
THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN
AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE
That would be fine, Lids. :) I was once at a drama group with someone totally manic and she was running round giving everyone massages. It was rather fun.
Lie down!
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
*feeds Claire up with hot chocolate* Oh dear, it's coming out of your ears!
What 5os music would that be? :)
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.
Yay, the lurkers are out! Now we turn nasty, mwahahaha! Not really. :)
I'm Miranda. I like shoes and I bought 3 dresses today because, well, I like dresses. Pretending to be a princess, childhood dreams!
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
Wind in the Willows.