Lugh

sighs.. I'm not a postaholic, but can I post here anyway? I mean are you going to discriminate against semi-lurkers or what?

Hey guys, I'm considering choosing a domain name but I'm having a hard time deciding... tell me what you think...

Whoooo Hooooo!!!!! I've not started mine yet, but I expect that to change after the holidays. I'm glad you enjoyed the subject matter.

fake! (save a tree!) candles or plug-ins?

Boston and St. John's in my pants

When I'm Up (I can't get down) in my pants!

LOL No but I've had to wire the tree to the wall! The person below me picks an angel from the tree every year.

Large breed! (I have a rottie and a retriever) real sugar or artificial sweetner?

I don't know about personally but I love that song! lemme see... the person below me has a foot fetish.

Donkey Riding.... in my pants!

defiantly loose turtlenecks or v-necks?

not sure about cousins.... so I guess I'll go with subway latex or lambskin?

That would be me, and you are welcome.

Black the hell out! baby boy or baby girl

Congrats guys! Camy, Dio I wanna read!!!! I got mine done... just under the wire. (heh not unusual) Maybe I'll clean it up and post it... Maybe.

alas this is true... I'm stuck between my two front teeth and a hippopotamus. the person below me detests jello

congrats guys!

Heave away, me jolly boys, in my pants.

Fried... poached is just nasty. giving or receiving christmas presents?

Aye Matey! Best get to writing or we'll make ya walk tha plank, we will! LughbieLughbiedugh

I'm planning on it Camy, but like I said there are flaws that I need to work out first. I'm hoping to get some conversating going on here to help find them so that I can fix them. Lughbielughbiedugh

awwww! Welcome to all the new people! I'm really glad you all like this story. I was afraid it would be too different for the anthology.

I would write poetry in my journal. I think I started about fourth or fifth grade. I was forced to write poetry in school, starting about sixth grade. I remember one stand off I had with a teacher. The assignment was to reflect upon MLK's speech "I have a dream" and write a poem about what the speech means to you. Stupidest assignment I ever had, and I told the teacher so. Well that didn't go over too well, as you can imagine. I ended up sitting at that desk all day because I had been told I was not getting up until I completed the assignment. With a rumbling stomach, and a full bladder I finally gave in around 10 pm and scribbled "something" down on the page. She said it was the worst thing she had ever read. I didn't care, but to make a point I demanded that it be submitted into the school's poetry contest anyway. Damn thing took first place. Heh, I guess the rest of the poems must have been really bad. That poem ended up going National where it placed but did not win. I didn't care. It just proved to me that sometimes teachers don't know squat.

You are both welcome. I don't think I intended for it to be exactly "sweet" but ok..... Lugh