I'll Be Damned, You Got Laid.

Good. Now The First Thing You Do Is Press In The Clutch And Slide The Gear Into Reverse." She Placed His Hand On The Gear Shift In The Center Of Her Car, And Showed Him How To Move It Up And Down. "you Know, You Really Shouldn't Fondle That In Front Of Me, Grace. It's Cruel." "julian! Do You Mind? I'm Only Trying To Show You How To Shift My Gears." He Snorted. "i Wish You'd Shift My Gears Like That.

And I Don’t Want His Body Touching Something I Wear. He’ll Contaminate It. (sasha) Oh, Good Grief, Sasha. Grow Up. You’re Four Hundred Years Old And You’re Acting Like A Whelp. It’s Not Like He Has Cooties Or Anything. (astrid) Yes He Does! (sasha)

Kitten, When Did You Get So Tall? (ravyn) I Grew While You Were In The Bathroom. (erika)

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

But I Have A Gut Feeling On This And It’s Not The Oh-look-it’s-a-bright-shiny-world Kind. (tate)