My home state is weeping at that travesty called a lighthouse.  Yeah, sure, load it up with creme filling, twist the cap, and when it's the right time, it all comes shooting out the "windows" in a moment of vibratory ecstasy.

Wonderful, you do know how to count.  Let's all throw a damn party for that, as well as for when someone came down and crowned you Entitlement Queen and gave you the right to demand how others should "apologize" for something, because obviously you are the authority here.  You know, you're a respected member of the community.  Even I respect you.  But right now I sure as hell don't like you, as in this thread, which I read fully before I decided to say anything about anything, makes you look like a spoiled child whining about not getting her way.

For what it's worth, I don't give a flying fuck what Aikea said in that thread.  She said it, she's come to hold a different world view, and there has been no proof as of yet she has ever condoned or shared personal information.  End of story. 

I have a memory like a sieve and to expect myself to remember even half of things I've said in the past (when I wasn't thinking about the whole picture and simply reacting) is ludicrous. To expect anyone to have a photographic memory and come here bleating out their sins for the masses to use as canon fodder for personal attacks for ages to come is also ludicrous.

Oh, woe!  I once questioned why people didn't pay for a subscription.  I should be wearing a hair shirt and flagellating myself for the next century with wet noodles and a trout.  Oh, woe!  My eleventy billion apologies aren't good enough.  Now I have to use the approved format and file in sextuplicate!

Honestly.  Someone is very busy sawing away at a sapling in the forest and forgetting about the trees.

Perhaps I'm mistaken, but I figured it was the latest rage in penis envy compensation.

That poor model looks like she's been wrapped up in urine-stained taffy.  Delicious!

No, just some of us get increasingly ticked off seeing scads and scads of graphical stuff in signatures.  And for me, it's mildly annoying that I can't seem to find an option to disallow graphics in them, so I have them turned off entirely. *shrugs*

Uh, so we're looking at two totally unrelated images, I see.  Different hat, different brows, eyes, mouth, nose, face shape, skin tone...  Excellent friggin' work on the part of the 'creator'!

The first computer I ever got my hands on was when I was twelve.  Sadly, it was a DEC PDP-11, but still . . . they had Apples in the other part of the computer lab.  Shortly after, I discovered the utter delight of Infocom.  But I still played outside and read voraciously.  Then again, we lived in the middle of nowhere, with no other kids my age nearby, so my brother and I made use of our imaginations, plus the liberal fields, woods, river, swimming hole, and other places of interest.  Oh yeah, and that whole macramé thing my mother had going for a while.

I liked to build switchback roads into the sides of the sand pit (a real one, that is, with the always popular danger of death by sand-avalanche, as it was pretty steep), set lit firecrackers along the way, and see if my metal Matchbox-type cars could roll past them before the suckers exploded.  It was great fun.

And so were marbles and a patch of dirt.  Or trees, for climbing.  Or fields, for wild strawberry hunts, or blackberry brambles, or....

Or even better, crossing the river from the sand pit to the gravel pit to have mud fights!  I distinctly recall straggling back to the house one fine summer day with my best like-a-sister friend, both of us covered in mud, and my father taking a look, shaking his head, and pointing at the garden hose.

But side notes are fun!

I think one of my most shocking moments (as an adult) was when my mother (who had never in my hearing said anything worse than damn or hell) got really pissed off in the parking lot of a major theme park and said 'fuck' in front of me.  I actually gaped.  Then we all had a good laugh, and she occasionally drops it again when she's really annoyed.

At any rate, regarding those skins, I'm more concerned with the odd shading around the crotch and down the back inner thighs.  The suggestive images I'm getting are not pleasant.

The suit itself... meh.  No frontal support, and the bottoms are a bit racy in the back for that site.  Well, and they look a bit off-center.

Now, now.  Someone has already mentioned La Lohan, so I won't go there... sort of.

I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if part of the source of all this comes from people who spend time at Go Fug Yourself.  They even have a nice tag set up for everyone's darling, here.

(And Peggy Bungy is awesome!)

Who says she wasn't just kissing a photograph.  I'm seeing "Better Off Dead" written all over this.  Think she has those nifty hanger covers like Lane does?

My initial reaction was that Claudia Schiffer had a slight accident and went to a back alley reconstructionist.

My family would take one look at my fanfic and probably say, "So, you're even weirder than we thought."

I have a MySpace account, mainly because someone in this household needed to see someone's pictures they'd posted, but I can't recall offhand what I named the damn thing or what the password is.

Ha!  I was named after a Parisian lady of loose virtue!