Devereaux

A quiet farming town is disturbed when an industrial devil arrives.

My red polo seemed too aggressive. I had considered wearing a pink flannel button-up, but isn't pink too feminine? Orange and yellow I ruled out immediately- so bright that they draw more attention than needed to myself. Finally I remembered a green graphic tee that I bought a while back. That seemed sensible. Ugh- in the wash. Any blue shirt would be too calming. I need just the right mix of assertiveness and outgoing-ness to be manifest in my clothing. After all, first impressions are everythi

"Tall caramel apple spice? Here you go." A smile slid across my face at about same time my hot beverage slid across the pick-up counter. Although, I must admit, my smile was nothing compared to his. His smile was like one that a five-year-old would give to himself right after he finds the perfect hiding spot. This barista's hiding spot was in his eyes. I was pretty sure that beaming grin and sparkling look in his eyes was something special- something meant only for me. My hopes were crushed,

A boy chases his crush, a Starbucks barista.

I strongly believe that these sorts of things in relationships work on a trial by trail basis depending on the couple. However, having been in an open relationship myself- if only for a short time-, I can say that it did not work for me. My ex and I decided to have an open relationship because we had been together going on 4 years and were in our early twenties. We wanted to "see what else was out there" yet not completely break up because we still had feelings for one another. As it turned out, yes we had feelings for one another but the feeling wasn't love any more. The two of us were just afraid to break up because being together was what had become normal for us. I suppose my feelings on open relationships now are that if you're considering being with someone other than your spouse, then you really need to think about why it is they aren't enough for you. I'm not going to say it isn't possible for them to exist and still have a wonderful relationship, but I find it hard to believe that everyone in that situation would be being honest with themselves.

This thread is really fascinating! My screenname is the last name of my favorite character on "The Golden Girls"- Blanche Devereaux. I have always loved that character because she and I have many things in common. (I'll keep those to myself at the moment)

As a telecommunications major this is something I've had to discuss quite a lot. In doing so, I've reached this conclusion: It's not as big of a deal as people make it. So Facebook sells my address and phone number- All this means is that I'm going to receive junk mail and possibly a phone call. If I entered a drawing for a prize in a store I would opening myself up to the same thing. I think people fear having this information online because of the identity theft scare and, yes, in some ways it might be easier for identity theft to occur since the invention of the Intenet, but knowing someone's address and phone number could always have been figured out using the phone book. If Facebook was selling my social security number and checking account numbers then I'd be worried. Then again, if I knowing put that information online then I guess I would have had it coming to me.

I highly reccomend the British house group "M People". Love all of their songs, but "Fantasy Island" is at the topic of my list so if you like it, you'll enjoy the rest of their music.

Well- for me it's dirty because that's how I was raised. I don't know if it really is or not but I grew up in a house were we only used towels once and then they had to be washed.

This may be horrible of me and mean that I'm not a true Harry Potter fan--- but it's been so long since I read those books that when I watch the movies I have no idea what previously happened. On another note, whatever happened to "Series of Unfortunate Events" film series they started doing? I remember those unfortunate books and they weren't nearly as good! Ahh, the joys of childhood reading... Ok Jon-Jon I'm with you!

OLD CLASSICS: 1.) Arsenic & Old Lace - A hysterical comedy about two old women who find it normal to murder lonely old men. 2.) The Cotton Club - Two words: DANCE JACKEE. 3.) Forever Darling - Subtle humor and Lucille Ball does such a wonderful job I find myself watching it over and over. NEW-ISH CLASSICS: 1.) Death Becomes Her - Amazing through and through. I love Mad and Hell. 2.) Clue - Yes, the boardgame. "I hate her so much. Flames. Just flames on the side of her face. Heaving flames." 3.) The Women Of Brewster Place - If you have a whole day to spare this film tells a great story.

I have watched this show since season one and let me tell you, it has gone way downhill. This year I watched only the guys and girls when they were seperate and couldn't find one that I liked. It breaks my heart to think that at this rate (including the judges leaving) the show won't be on much longer.

Michael Jackson- Don't Stop Til You Get Enough

Yay! For One More Day is awesome, you'll enjoy it. It really changed the relationship I had with my mom. Mitch Albom is one of my favorite authors.

I guess I see things in a different perspective. I see no reason why anyone should post thier sexual orientation on Facebook. It isn't a dating site- it's to connect with people you know. I will let my friends know my preference of sex in person if I ever found a reason to believe they should know at all. Then again I am not friends with aquainteces or people of my past who may not know so much about me. But that just further proves that it's none of their business! Gay, straight, whatever.

Very true. I am completely opposed to anyone owning/using a gun. If Glen Beck or Rush Limbaugh, however, showed up at my door step- I'd turn into the biggest hypocrite in the world.

Benji's party (originally by Linxe) from my perspective. Minus a goat. Damn. How did I get involved in this mess? Devereaux thought to himself while staring at his group of chat buddies in various stages of undress. "Well…" Linxe butted into Devereaux's personal thoughts. "If I remember correctly you typed 'I'm not shy. I'll strip' And so here you are." Devereaux unzipped his tight leather pants. "Pleeease stop breaking into my thoughts like that- it's creepy." "Did you forget who you're talking to, Dev?" Cia pointed out, "Linxe is a creeper." She adjusted the leather halter top that was barely holding her…um…boobs in tightly enough as someone else chimed in. "Cia! I'm shocked. You're usually so nice." It was Rob (aka Pasta and Cheese). "Oh please, you know that's just a front she puts on because she's chat moderator." Drewbie was sitting on a stool backstage with the rest of the gang waiting for show time. Devereaux pulled down his leather pants to reveal a small, black, tuxedo thong. "Leave her alone, she's right about him." "Hey!" Linxe rebutted, "Being old gives me the permission to do as I please." "Then God knows what Benji is going to be able to do at his age!" Paya let out a loud laugh and also removed his pants so that he was also now wearing a tux speedo. The lights flickered. Crack! A whip sounded and both Devereaux and Paya let out a small whelp. Their bottoms were red. "Who the hell did that?!" Dev demanded as the lights returned to their full brightness. "It was probably Linxe." Cia asserted. "It wasn't me. I wish it were, but it wasn't honestly." A soft purr was heard and a Tiger crawled out of the darkness from left stage, whip clutched between his teeth. "Good you're here." Cia took the whip out of his teeth. "Is everyone ready?" "No, Drewbie and Rob need to remove those jeans and Dev that shirt." Linxe smirked. Devereaux did so. "Pervert," he told Linxe. "What now?" "I may not be able to read your mind but I can see you staring at me." "Yummm… all of you. Now get out there." It appeared that everyone was ready to take the stage. "Hold it!" Rob objected. "What exactly are you going to be doing while we're out embarrassing ourselves Linxe?" "Did you hear?" Paya informed them of the situation. "He's going to be catering to the needs of Benji's right hand man." Drewbie: "Does he really need a right hand man? If he would use his left he'd find out that it feels like a completely different person." The lights flickered again. "That's not what he means, Drew." Cia walked to center stage and grabs both sides of the curtain so she could open the show. "Because it's Benji's birthday he got to choose a boy toy to have all to himself. The two them get to enjoy the show while Linxe waits on them hand and foot. And what's with these lights? They come and go anytime they please?" "It's GA's budget. If they can't afford a chat room capable of web cam connection what makes you think they can offer a rental hall with normal electricity?" Rob had done his research. "Ok, I'm ready." Dev combed back his hair with his hand and put on the biggest fake smile ever seen by man. "Me too." "Me third." Paya and Rob agreed. Tiger purred. "Good luck!" Linxe scurried off the stage to tend to the birthday boy. Cia opened the curtain as music began playing. She ran center stage, twirled her whip through the air and busted out in song. "Happy Birthday….to you." She winked. "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Mr. Benji…Happy birthday to…" "BOOBIES!" Someone yelled from the audience. Cia looked down and noticed that her top had came undone and she was flashing everyone in the rental hall. She screamed hurried off stage. Devereaux, Rob, Drewbie and Paya formed a line, locked arms and started dancing in rockette formation. Tiger crawled around the stage and pawed at the four guys. Dev peered into the back of the room trying to see Benji's reaction to their performance; there was not enough light. Wonder who he picked as his right hand man? Paya thought while kicking one leg high into the air. Suddenly the lights went out completely and the music stopped. "Who's touching my ass?!" Drew screamed. "Hey!" A voice came through the darkness. "What's going on guys?" "Who's there?" Cia shouted. "It's me, Benji. Sorry I'm a little late. I'm trying to find a light switch…" He must have found one because the lights came on throughout the whole building. The gang gasped as they stared at the sight in the back of the room. A naked (save a chastity belt) Linxe was hiding himself behind a chair. Duck-taped to the chair, gagged and blindfolded was none other than Myr. Had to write one to make Linxe out as the 'bad guy'. It's not very good tho. Sorry. And I hope Myr doesn't have those psychic capabilities to hear what Rob said about the site! lol HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENJI!