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jchrisobrien) wrote2003-09-22 04:30 pm
jchrisobrien) wrote2003-09-22 04:30 pm
Tricky
There was a little free time before my mage player's showed up, which I put to good use by cleaning the
House. Although the first part of the game meandered,
Events wound their way to a satisfying conclusion. Though I need to make more durable villains.
Who knew that Schoolbound would be so crowded? One should never doubt the
Eternal appeal of women dressing up as high school girls.
Enticing? For some. For others, the allure of the kinky evening is secondary to the
Kinetic pleasure of dancing. The floors quickly grew packed, but
Every so often you could create some space in the whirling melee.
No sooner was I ready to decry the lack of room and call it a night, the stage was opened up for
Dancing, and for a few brief minutes I danced in the shadows of the delicious dancers, and cast a little light of my own.
What should have been an easy choice kept me tense and guessing all day on Saturday, until the evening wore on
And I made my decision. My search for drinks turned into an epic quest to six different stores, none of which had the
Strongbow I was craving. I thought the night would end in frustration, but instead there was pleasant warmth and connection.
Genial conversation over cheesy eggs and a dubious looking but tasty mixture of
Of honey and yogurt. Brief fears of sinking into the woodwork fade away, as it's not always necessary to be
On stage all the time. A few quiet words here and there, laughter, and the knowledge that just because you are quiet
Doesn't mean you are forgotten are enough to sustain and placate you, until it's time to depart.
House. Although the first part of the game meandered,
Events wound their way to a satisfying conclusion. Though I need to make more durable villains.
Who knew that Schoolbound would be so crowded? One should never doubt the
Eternal appeal of women dressing up as high school girls.
Enticing? For some. For others, the allure of the kinky evening is secondary to the
Kinetic pleasure of dancing. The floors quickly grew packed, but
Every so often you could create some space in the whirling melee.
No sooner was I ready to decry the lack of room and call it a night, the stage was opened up for
Dancing, and for a few brief minutes I danced in the shadows of the delicious dancers, and cast a little light of my own.
What should have been an easy choice kept me tense and guessing all day on Saturday, until the evening wore on
And I made my decision. My search for drinks turned into an epic quest to six different stores, none of which had the
Strongbow I was craving. I thought the night would end in frustration, but instead there was pleasant warmth and connection.
Genial conversation over cheesy eggs and a dubious looking but tasty mixture of
Of honey and yogurt. Brief fears of sinking into the woodwork fade away, as it's not always necessary to be
On stage all the time. A few quiet words here and there, laughter, and the knowledge that just because you are quiet
Doesn't mean you are forgotten are enough to sustain and placate you, until it's time to depart.
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the line breaks (as your entry is displayed on my friends page) made me read this in poetry voice and it all seemed very profound.
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if not, just shoot him and mike (smudgetheignored@yahoo.com) and tell them you would like to dance for october (it's a vampire/warewolves theme).
if trent doesn't respond to that one, mike should...if not, let me know.
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I'm glad that Saturday night went well for you.
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