February 2012
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nympheline asked: "you're just still mad about that haitian jazz singer hitting on me instead of you the last time we were in mexico city! fine--next time we go, *i'll* talk and *you* be the one gesticulating like a giraffe with tourette's." with a perfect toss of my perfect hair i flounce off, planning devious underground cells of queso counterfeiters, only to see--"holy shit. ...
madlyalive asked: would you date mary claire roman (madlyalive) ???
nympheline asked: i'm well into my third scotch before i actually read the name on your beer. "pliny the elder?" i mumble, somehow managing to slur in a sentence with no esses. "how can it be elder? there's no cthulhu on it. you know what it needs? a cthulhu." i look up at you blearily. "did you always have a mustache? you know what you don't need? a mustache."...
thadnshit asked: 14
imyourcandywife asked: dizzy? interesting choice...where'd you get that?
alcarrion asked: 12!
Anonymous asked: 7, 10, 11, 16
nympheline asked: i'm like 6 and 9. however, let's pretend that we're meeting in a bar. mutual friends recommended it because it has (they claim) the best queso in a ten mile radius. so we trot downtown, under our own separate steams, and you walk up to see me staring, open mouthed, at the horrific edifice at which we agreed to meet. "dear god," i manage after a few silent seconds. ...
imyourcandywife asked: #6 Name of your first son and first daughter
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