There's a learning curve.
an indulgent blog about indulgence
"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me." ~C.S. Lewis
I have issues. So do you.
Tales of the everyday, with recipes
Restoring a 1915 farmhouse plus one or two other passions.
Me, uncensored.
Incurable Illness + Life = still a pretty good time
Adventures in the world of history
delivered directly to my computer monitor on an all too regular basis...
Leverhulme Funded Project at University of Exeter: Adopting a New Methodological Approach to Early Modern Women's Work
Every day brings a little of both
That's "Dr. Slut" to You
Updating Early Modern Recipes (1600-1800) in a Modern Kitchen
and other excellent advice, probably.
fashion // lifestyle // glamour // blog // #wegotthelook
Follow me as I live la vida loca (but sober)
You Are Stronger Than You Think
A literary blog of poet, playwright and essayist Rachael Stanford
The Personal is Historical
Writings and musings of a badger.
Best Friends for Sixty Years and Counting...
S.L.A.V. Conductor
Don't need to be cool to be kind.
A lifelong gamer writes with a cynical view
TURN THE VOLUME UP
- Is this a wicker basket we're in?
A lifelong Dallas, Texas teacher moves to a tiny village in Northwest Alaska. At the beginning of January. Hilarity ensues.
Once upon a Time, in rural North Texas, there lived an Idiot.
"If you hoard imagination, it dies a lonely death."
exploring a particular method of generating words and images
Bits of life outside of the gym
Author, Blogger, Social Media Jedi
Dallas's Pretty Much Only Carnivorous Plant Gallery
Author. Blogger. Chipmunk enthusiast.
a delicious little blog about food and life
There's a learning curve.
A hopeful hermit on her journey to enlightenment.
Dark Worlds. Fierce Hope. Queer Joy.
The Process 
So, when are we getting hitched, pretty lady? 😉
*giggles* When did ya have in mind?
*BLING!!!* Check your inbox
YAY!
::sends one back::
never got it?
Boo. I sowwy.
::snuggle::
it must have hurt when you fell down from heaven *wink*
Can I buy you a drink? Or just breakfast? *wink*
Oooh, nice ones. *sprang!* Check YOUR inbox!
*checking* Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Just for me?
Thanks! 🙂
Lovely eyes. Are they yours?
They are attached, yes. 🙂
Check your inbox for a valuable prize 😉
For me its how you touch through the internet.
Power to bring a smile to someone you hardly know.
Your openness, thoughtfulness, and your willingness to reach out.
I would be happy to take your hand ladyship.
I would be honored to find that same electricity in reality, and that same smile with your hand held in mine.
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how bout a hamburger and a fuck?
[slap]
What, you don’t like hamburgers?
*laugh*
Its original. I’ll give it that.
Is that a mirror in your pocket ’cause I can see myself in your pants! 🙂
*snort*
Okay, I know I’m Straight Girl Number 1 but I feel that if someone hasn’t said this one yet, I had better say it for them:
That shirt is really becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you, I’d be coming, too.
Yours takes the prize for best line.
I’m trying to think what a valuable prize might be for a het girl like you.
Here are two more for consideration:
That shirt looks good on you. It’d look even better on the floor next to my bed.
Hey, I just got Braille boxer shorts. Want to come over and read tonight?
Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of from across the room?
I know milk does a body good, but baby, how much have you been drinking?
My name’s Tam. That’s so you know what to scream.
You’re so hot you would make the devil sweat.
You’re the reason I came here alone.
My magical watch says you aren’t wearing any panties. Oh, you are? It must be an hour fast!
If I had a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d have 5 cents.
Your prezzies are in person!!!!
Woohoo – it’s a date!
Speaking of, I’m probably going to the GWNN party tonight. Interested? It’s the big May bash.
Next time maybe, as per our discussion.
There is no language adequate enough for me to describe the extent of my longing for you, save that dialect where the mouth is not used for speaking, nor the hands for writing.
And I would gladly trade one night in bed with you for 365 days spent completely alone.
*hugs*
*huge hug*
*flirtflirtflirt*
*flirts right back and throws a hip and a wink your way*
Did everyone who posted get a valuable prize?