Thumper's Baby....

It's Gayla's fault.

2007-01-25T02:14:47Z

Guilt	What is yours?	Explain yourself
Culinary:	Chocolate	Can't resist it... especially dark chocolate.
Literary:	LOTR or HP	Yes I'm a geek, but I love how they make me feel.
Audiovisual:	Orlando Bloom/Ville Valo.	Hot young tight men.... need I say more?
Musical:	HIM/Negative	Finnish rock.
Celebrity:	Orlando Bloom/Ville Valo.	Same as above.

Now I tag:-

jemalfoy thumbaleena mamashope jet_ss and drbiscuit

to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.

Movie quotes.

2006-12-28T07:15:03Z

Just because this was too much coincidence not to post.

Hehehe

Go back to the ecampos. You shall not pass.

Which movie was this quote from?

10 odd things... only 10?

2006-11-16T04:00:45Z

I was tagged by galor5 and I KNOW I'm weird enough for this!!

Well on to the mandatory rules:

MEME RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

1.- I can't whistle... at all... blowing inside or outside.
2.- I can't blow up a balloon.... ever. Face turns red, cheeks hurt... still.... nothing.
3.- When I concentrate I suck my bottom lip.
4.- Toilet paper NEEDS to be over... not under... I change peeps rolls in their houses. Just damn annoying.
5.- All the DVD's/CD's/movies need to be on the same level on the bookcase.
6.- Have been known to alphabetize my CD's by artist and date.
7.- Closet is jackets, suits, shirts, pants, skirts. In that order.
8.- Had my bout of OCD I had to count the ceramic tiles in the bathrooms I visited... I was smart though, counted one side then the other and then multiplied.
9.- License plates... the numbers in them I summed them until I had one digit left.
10.- Count steps on a stairwell... every time. Work 10 then another 10. Home 15 plus 1 to enter my bedroom, university 13 then 12, previous job 10 then 9. Yeah Im ODD that way.

And a little bonus. Rarely step on crack/lines in pavement/concrete. (sidewalks and large expanses or floor) does not apply to ceramic tile or tile... not as bad as Jack Nicholson on that movie with Helen Hunt the waitress and Greg Kinnear the fag. LMFAO.

I tag jemalfoy, mamashope, damselfly27, thumbaleena, plinkin, jet_ss

Random facts

2006-10-19T04:41:41Z

jemalfoy tagged me for this loverly meme soooo, here goes...

Write a journal entry for this meme with six random facts about yourself.
Then pick six of your friends list and tag them - no tag backs.
These rules should be included in your entry.

1. I can't whistle or blow up ballons.
2. I can move my knuckle from the middle finger in my right hand and make it crack loudly, squicked several peeps.
3. I can handle snakes, spiders, just don't expect me to handle/kill/dispose or have anything to do with cockroaches... thats what parents/boyfriends/husbands/brothers are for... only time is to protect hobbit from them.
4. My two front teeth are broken during a pool diving accident : D
5. I have vitiligo, I'm normaly pale but if I don't control stress I will eventually be even more so.... and in UV light (black light) they glow purple!
6. I like skinny, breakable whiteboys.... preferably with long hair and tendencies of wearing eyeliner. *evil grin*

Edited to add the tags I guess:
galor5, bunnysummers, damselfly27, jet_ss, mamashope

MEME actually fun!! Thanks Jem

2006-10-19T04:21:53Z

Well jemalfoy tagged me so here it is....

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every heading, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new heading, press the next button
6. Try very hard not to lie or cheat (very hard to do when song playing does not fit the heading AT ALL)

Opening Credits:
"Sweet Pandemonium" -HIM... you think?

Waking Up:
"Suffocating Under Words of Sorrow" - Bullet for My Valentine... that's during weekdays only.

First Day At School:
"Early Sunsets Over Monroeville" - My Chemical Romance

Playtime/Childhood:
"Change (In the House of Flies)" -Deftones... slightly disturbing.

Falling In Love:
"Never Let me Down Again" -Depeche Mode... warning, warning!!

Fight Song:
"Carmina Burana" -Orff/Apocalyptica... Hell yeah!!!

Breaking Up:
"Rein Raus" -Rammstein

Prom:
"Room 409" -Bullet for My Valentine... hint hint nudge nudge...

Life's OK:
"Word Up" - Korn

Mental Breakdown:
"The Chair/Misery" -The 69 Eyes... SO APPROPRIATE!

Driving:
"Links 2,3,4" - Rammstein

Flashback:
"People Are People" - Depeche Mode.... indeed.. 80's anyone?

Getting Back Together:
"Session" -Linkin Park

Wedding:
"Affliction" -AFI... or disease....

Birth of Child:
"Beautiful" -HIM... mine so of course : P

Final Battle:
"Rooftops" -Lostprophets

Death Scene:
"Hugn Up" -Madonna.... is that a wink wink nudge nudge thing?

Funeral Song:
"Right Here in My Arms" -HIM ... (although I will use Into The West, cuz I bawl everytime)

End Credits:
"The Boys of Summer" - The Ataris, I know it's Bryan Adams, but I only have this one.

Tagged from jemalfoy Meme

2006-10-11T05:24:44Z

Yeah I snagged it because I liked it... and per the icons... I SO love my flist. *roogbehtackle hug*

My LiveJournal Friends

Try out this Meme

Brought to you by NardVille and BearPodcast.

Cousins wedding in Rosarito Baja California.

2006-09-01T05:45:54Z

Well after much planning and fretting. We finally made it to Rosarito on thu 24th until sun 27th. My sister came down from SC with her husband. We picked her up in the airport in San Diego, CA and hi-tailed it to the hotel where the wedding was to be held.

Loads of family pics to follow. But a little sampling of our little family tradition of all the female cousins and then all the wives/fiancee/girlfriends of our male cousins, the "Leg" pic.

Yes we're ALL nuts, it's genetic... and we weren't THAT drunk..... yet. *giggles*

Beach pics:

Me and hobbit:

Hobbit with beach hat:

Sister and her husband Charlie:

Hobbit knocked out after beach:

Hobbit and dad:

My cousin Sonia (aka The Bride) and me:

Mom, sister Claudine and me:

Clau and me:

Some of the females, clockwise from left, Betty (SIL), Sofia, Denisse, Becky, me and Daniela.:

A whole bunch of the "young cousins", and their wives/husbands:

All of us... mixed.. with a couple random additions:

Disney Trip Weekend after POTC2 premiere.

2006-09-01T05:33:34Z

Yeah all my posts are completely non chronological. The weekend after our POTC2 CEOK at the Disney Premiere on 6/24/06. A friend of mine and myself took our boys to a trip to Disney. The kids had a blast and everything was POTC DMC related... and I mean EVERYTHING. I can't believe he LOVED all the big rides... such an adrenaline junkie. *wub*

Capt. Jack Sparrow:

Hobbit meeting/threatening the Capn. The actor never broke character. He was AWESOME, and cute too... but he WAS Jack.

Me, meeting the captain, he was SUCH a gentleman.

Hobbit and me in front of Cinderellas castle and the Matterhorn.

Both of us on line at the Indiana Jones ride:

Hobbit taking a break at the Blue Bayou restaurant, after riding POTC.... good thing we made reservations, no walk ins allowed, AND we took home a souvenir menu with POTC DMC Premiere graphics.

Look at those Pirate-y desserts.

Hobbit doing swashbuckling moves while on line to Space Mountain:

Thanks todaisybuttercup for my Brilliant Banner!!

2006-08-30T03:10:56Z

What can I say to my friend daisybuttercup for the Awesome kickass banner???

*Huggles you silly* well I had to change the color of my layout too and I'm very pleased with the result.

Thanks so much I really appreciate it. It's absolutely gorgeous!! what a day that was!!!

Yami No Matsuei slash for meeeee!!! for my bday! by Jemalfoy.

2006-08-19T01:57:07Z

Well jemalfoy spoils me and wrote me this wonderful, angsty, hot little Yami No Matsuei, fic, named "Broken". She introduced me to this series... it's AWESOME. Very well done... nothing happens between the characters on all the 13 chapters. But it's full with innuendo? very subtle hints.

Yami No Matsuei is an anime that's kinda slashy too... and the characters are awesome!!

It was hot that day, so hot in fact, that Hisoka felt as though he could quite possibly melt right into the ground beneath his feet. It was mid August, nearly four in the afternoon, and time seemed to be crawling at a snails pace. The only relief came from a small breeze out of the east and as it kissed the wet patch on the back of his neck, Hisoka sighed and settled further into the railing of the small bridge upon which he stood. He’d retreated out here, as he’d done on many days past, and relished in the gentle hum and sway of the world around him. Everything seemed so simple here. So simple in fact, that one could almost forget their problems if they tried hard enough. He couldn’t forget though, not today, not ever really. The thing that haunted him most, he knew he’d never forget and that was his partner, Asato Tsuzuki; or rather, the undeniable feelings that had taken root in him and coiled around his soul like a bright searing flame.

Hisoka crossed his arms over the railing and leant his head down to rest upon them. Below he could see the water of the small stream bubbling and churning over the slick, shiny rocks beneath the surface. Another wisp of breeze licked at the back of his neck, ruffling the strands of his cinnamon colored hair, and he closed his eyes. These feelings for Tsuzuki had interwoven themselves in him without his knowledge and it wasn’t until he’d thought he’d lost Tsuzuki forever that he realized how much he needed him; how much he loved him. Their enemy, his murderer, Kazutaka Muraki, had nearly taken everything from them and now, now Hisoka knew what he wanted. He wanted Tsuzuki. The only problem was, he didn’t quite know how to confess these feelings to his partner and what scared him more was that Tsuzuki would reject him.

Hisoka drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes, letting them settle on a cherry blossom floating on the surface of the stream below him. Lifting his head, he took in his surroundings. There were blossoming cherry trees everywhere around him, the sky was a perfect shade of blue, and the white cotton clouds floated by lazily overhead. A twinge of pain in his chest made him drop his head back to his arms and he wondered for a moment how one person could feel so much pain while surrounded by such beauty. He should be happy shouldn’t he? After all, they were alive weren’t they? He wasn’t happy though. He was lonely and he longed for the touch of the only man that had ever made him feel alive. His mind, body, and soul had been in torment before Tsuzuki and he’d cared for him anyway. Instead of walking away, he’d stayed by his side and to Hisoka that meant everything. Tsuzuki was everything.

A single tear dropped from the corner of his eye, soaking into the fabric of his cream colored shirt and he drew in another deep breath. The feel of long, gentle fingers brushing through his hair made him jump to attention and he found himself staring dead on into a pair of worried, vivid violet eyes and it made his heart flutter and twitch. Tsuzuki was standing over him, fingers still entwined in his hair, and the curl of those perfectly pink lips left Hisoka breathless. He felt the warm blush of shy embarrassment brush across his cheeks and lowered his gaze to his feet. Tsuzuki’s gaze always made him feel naked, as though the man could see everything about him. The sheer weight of those glorious eyes was enough to leave him trembling and hungry with the need for more than just a glance.

“You’ve been out here forever,” his partner stated softly and dropped the hand still tangled in Hisoka’s hair to his side. “Are you ever coming back inside? It’s too hot to stay out here all afternoon.”

Hisoka shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and turned back towards the stream. “It’s quiet,” was all he said.

Tsuzuki stood quietly for a moment, taking in the solemn expression of his companion and then shifted his own gaze to the cherry trees beyond the small bridge. “Shall I leave you with your thoughts then?”

Hisoka fought with his fractured thoughts, unable to decide whether to ask the man to stay or go and when he thought he’d found the words to voice his need, only a simple nod came. Tsuzuki sighed, feeling very much alone himself, but unwilling to burden his young partner, nodded and turned to walk away. Hisoka’s eyes lifted, face turned to follow the departure of the man he wanted so desperately and found himself on the verge of tears once again. Why did this have to be so damned difficult for them? Why? When Tsuzuki came to a halt at the edge of the bridge and tilted his face towards the sky, Hisoka’s breath caught in his throat. Cherry blossoms, disrupted by the faint summer breeze, whirled around him, landing on his shoulders, hair, and forehead and to Hisoka; this was a vision of splendor in its purest form.

“Hisoka?” The gentle, almost whisper of his name being called pulled him from his daze and he blinked once, focusing in on the back of his partner.

“Yes Tsuzuki.”

Tsuzuki stalled for a moment, eyes still planted firmly upwards and Hisoka thought for a second that he saw the man’s shoulders quake. “Are we broken?”

The question caught him off guard, causing his jaw to drop as he turned fully in the other man’s direction and he couldn’t find the words to answer. Tsuzuki turned then, those brilliant violet eyes glistening and those once smiling lips were arched down into a frown. There was something behind those eyes that caused Hisoka’s heart to pound in his chest, beating a frantic rhythm against the back of his ribcage.

“I…I…we,” he stuttered and before he could piece the words in his head into a coherent sentence Tsuzuki gaze him a sad smile, nodded again, and turned away. He watched him walk away; the only word left on his lips was a choked whisper of a name he called nearly every night to an empty room, “Tsuzuki.”

~at~hk~

Tsuzuki kept a small apartment in Kyoto. It wasn’t much, but it was where he disappeared to when he wanted to be alone, so when he did vanish that afternoon without so much as a word to anyone, Hisoka knew just where to find him. He didn’t know why Tsuzuki chose Kyoto. After all, the end of their world had nearly come to pass here in this magnificently decadent city and it sent tremors down his spine every time he thought of it. Perhaps that was the reason Tsuzuki had chosen it. It was a constant reminder of the things that had come to pass and he always had been one to hold on to the past. If there was anyone that could shoulder the blame and guilt of the world it was Asato Tsuzuki.

He stood silently before the door to the apartment, hand poised to knock, the setting sun at his back, and the fear of uncertainty ringing soundly in his mind. Watching the man he loved walk away that afternoon had nearly killed him and he never wanted it to happen again. They weren’t broken dammit! That night here in Kyoto had saved them. Tsuzuki was near insanity with grief and guilt, thinking suicide his only way out and he had chosen to live for Hisoka. He’d given Hisoka a reason to be. How could they be broken after that? How could he continue to hide the way he really felt for him, even if his confession meant pushing him away? Assuring himself once more that coming here had been the right thing to do, he knocked.

There were muffled noises on the other side of the door, some garbled words, and then the door swung open to reveal a slightly flustered Tsuzuki. His dark brown hair was tussled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and red, and his breathing raged. The obi of his robes was loose, nearly hanging off, and was only being held on by the tight curl of Tsuzuki’s fingers. The right shoulder of his robe hung down on his arm, revealing a muscled, caramel colored shoulder and the world before Hisoka’s eyes began to swim a bit.

“Hisoka!” the man blurted in surprise and gulped before he bit down on his lower lip. “What are you doing here?”

“I,” his eyes lifted to meet Tsuzuki’s and that same blush from before crept back across his cheeks. “I didn’t…I wanted to…have I come at a bad time?” he finally asked lamely and mentally kicked himself.

“Eh,” Tsuzuki glanced back over his shoulder once and then faced him again, “of course not. You’re always welcome here, Hisoka.”

Tsuzuki stepped to the side, pulling the door open as he did and Hisoka stepped in the apartment. He quickly toed off his shoes, leaving them by the front door, and waited for Tsuzuki to close the door and lead the way into the sitting room. When they entered the room, Hisoka’s eyes went wide for a second, taking in the askew state of the coffee table, the half empty bottle of red wine atop it, and the haphazard pillows scattered about the couch and floor. He stopped dead in his tracks when a possible reality slapped him hard across the face and his heart came to a stumbling halt.

“Are, are you alone?” he asked timidly, gulping around the lump in his throat and Tsuzuki turned to face him.

“Of course I’m alone,” his partner stated honestly and gave him a quizzical look. “Why would you,” and then the state of his living room and his attire stopped him, bringing a blush to his cheeks as well. “I was…it was,” he blushed even deeper and turned himself towards the wall of windows on the other side of the room. “There’s no one else,” he whispered quietly.

Hisoka’s eyes bulged when it became clear to him what had actually been going on before he showed up and his mouth began to work itself in the fashion of a floundering fish. He’d been…his mind wouldn’t venture beyond those two words and his pulse quickened at the thought of Tsuzuki pleasuring himself. It was the tight press of the steadily swelling organ in his jeans that caught the breath in his throat however and the only thing that came to mind was escape.

Hisoka jerked his body around towards the door and took a steadying breath, blinking his focus on the door before he dared to speak. “I should…I’ll just go. I should have called first and I…you were,” gulp, “busy.”

He hadn’t taken two steps before strong arms encircled his shoulders, pulling him back against the warm, inviting wall of Tsuzuki’s chest. “Please don’t go,” where the soft spoken words in his ears and the world was spinning around him.

Hisoka’s shoulders were stiff, shaking uncontrollably from the state of panic his body was undergoing and the fact that this was what he wanted wasn’t registering. “I can’t…you were,” he pulled away, rushing towards the door. Reality was much more frightening than daydreams. “I need to go.”

He didn’t see Tsuzuki drop to his knees, but he heard the strangled whimper and turned back to look as his hand wrapped around the door knob. His partner was crumpled on the floor beside the couch, face buried in his hands, and he looked very small to him now. Tsuzuki’s shoulders were trembling, this was no mere trick of the imagination, and tears dripped between his slightly spread fingers. Hisoka’s heart twisted in agony and again he gave himself a firm kick in the ass for his stupidity. What the hell was he doing? He came here to confess his love to the man and now he was running away like a scared little boy. Why was it so damned hard to let himself love him?

Slowly, he crossed to the sobbing man and knelt before him on the floor. “Tsuzuki,” called gently and pulled the other man’s hands from his face.

Red-rimmed violet eyes gazed at him and the confusion and fear that lay behind them was heartbreakingly clear. “I didn’t mean to scare you away. I never…I just can’t seem to,” another whimper cut the garbled words off in his throat and Hisoka smiled at him, wiping the falling tears away with his thumb.

“We’re both idiots,” Hisoka mumbled and sighed as he pushed the strands of Tsuzuki’s hair up out of his face. “We’re both so caught up in our own melodrama and guilt and fear that we can’t seem to just come out and tell each other what we really want.”

Tsuzuki sniffled and bit his lip as he stared at his young partner. The pure, unguarded love shinning in those emerald green eyes caused him to reach out, a single finger tracing the curve of the boy’s eyebrow.

“We’re not broken,” Hisoka said suddenly and raised his own hand to cup Tsuzuki’s cheek. “We’re just both too stubborn to admit that we’re in love with each other.”

Tsuzuki’s hand dropped limply to his side and he twisted around, bringing his back to rest against the couch. “I never thought I deserved to be loved. I wanted it,” the tone of his voice was so low that Hisoka had to shift himself closer just to hear him. “I’ve always wanted it, but the things I’ve done, I,” he turned to look at Hisoka again and there was astonishment in his eyes then. “And then you came along and everything went lopsided. I spent the past seventy-two years of my life feeling sorry for myself and trying desperately to do anything and everything to atone for my crimes and then you show up and I…it was too much. All this emotion, it took over everything.

Tsuzuki’s face dropped back into his hands and he shook his head. “All those people that died because of me, I just don’t understand it. How can you love me?”

Hisoka shifted again, pulling himself into Tsuzuki’s lap and he pressed his hands flat against his partner’s chest. “I love you because my heart doesn’t know how not to,” he told him honestly and tilted Tsuzuki’s chin upwards. “I love you because suddenly I have a purpose and meaning in this world and you gave that to me and I can’t picture the rest of eternity without you. I simply love you Asato Tsuzuki and nothing you do or say will ever change that.”

Silent tears glistened on both their cheeks as Tsuzuki lifted his lips to met Hisoka’s. His strong arms encircled the body quivering atop of him and he crushed the smaller man to him, unwilling for even the air to separate them any longer. Hisoka’s tongue traced the line of Tsuzuki’s lower lip and when that hot, sweet mouth opened for him he dove inside, licking and caressing every crease and crevasse of the velvety enclosure. Their heads twisted, changing positions, lips crushing, tongue’s licking, teeth clicking, mouths yearning and searching and begging for more. Two sets of hands worked rapidly and hungrily over two aching, heated, panting bodies and Hisoka’s mind threatened to explode from the many sensations blistering against his tender psyche.

When Hisoka pulled away, gasping for air, and licking away the remnants of the taste of his new lover from his lips, he felt Tsuzuki’s need for him pressing hard into the curve of his bottom for the first time. Grinding forward he lowered his mouth to Tsuzuki’s ear.

“Make love to me,” he asked softly and the hands that were currently clinging to his back curled into the fabric of his shirt.

“Hisoka,” Tsuzuki choked out and his breath began to come in short, labored pants as the smaller man pulled himself up out of his lap and began to undress for him.

Hisoka took his shirt off first, slowly, teasingly, and then his pants. By the time he began to push his boxers off his hips and towards the floor, Tsuzuki’s fully erect cock was poking up out of his half opened robe and a bubble of creamy white pre-cum rolled down the side of the swollen shaft. He swayed dangerously on his feet, a wash of sudden dizziness flooding his head, and he opened his mouth to speak and he tumbled forward. Tsuzuki’s arms caught him, cradling the dazed young man to him once again, and he nuzzled his nose underneath Hisoka’s right ear.

“It’s okay,” he whispered and placed a gentle kiss to the juncture of shoulder and neck. “I’ve never done this either.”

Hisoka gasped, his mind suddenly clear, and he jerked his head back to look at his blushing partner. “You…you haven’t?”

Tsuzuki shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I was twenty-six when I died, in and out of a coma for eight years before that, and treated like the town freak before that. After I died I…well, intimate human contact has always been a very difficult thing for me. I…I’ve never felt this way before now.”

Hisoka was smiling again, though this time it was a warm and knowing smile and he leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lover’s mouth. “Then we’ll learn together,” he told him and pressed their foreheads together. “I may have…he may have,” his words stopped when Tsuzuki’s finger came to rest across his lips.

“Muraki will not ruin this night for us,” Tsuzuki stated firmly and drew Hisoka in for another kiss. When they broke he placed lazy kisses on his cheeks, forehead, and nose before pulling away to look at him again. “He’s our past, Hisoka and though I know he won’t stay that way forever, tonight he doesn’t exist. Tonight there’s only you and me.”

Hisoka nodded and ground his hips forward; rubbing himself shamelessly against his now flustered partner’s leaking cock and stomach. “Tsuzuki,” he pleaded breathlessly and the other man nodded.

Tsuzuki blushed furiously for a moment when he reached between the cushions of the couch and retrieved the lube he’d been using earlier. Hisoka chuckled and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched his lover squeeze the lube out into his hand and coat his fingers with it. One hand encircled Hisoka’s own throbbing erection as the other discarded the tube of the couch behind them and Hisoka started a little. He wasn’t used to someone else touching him much less stroking him and the feel of Tsuzuki’s fingers wrapped around him nearly sent him crashing over the edge.

“It’s okay,” his partner mumbled against his lips as he continued to stroke him and Hisoka felt the man’s other hand slip between his legs. A single digit brushed against his tight, puckered entrance and he gasped, throwing his head back and revealing a long stretch of bare neck that Tsuzuki quickly began to suckle. Tsuzuki winced slightly when Hisoka’s fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders and his grip on the small man’s cock tightened. His hand danced up and down the swollen shaft, thumb pressing against the throbbing vein running its length underneath and then brushing across the leaking head. Hisoka cried out, bucked forward, and when he came back Tsuzuki slipped one long finger inside of him.

It burned at first, but soon faded and Hisoka found the pulsing pressure moving in and out of him addictive. He thrust his hips up and down, fucking himself on Tsuzuki’s finger and when a second one was inserted he moaned and bit down on his lip so hard that it burst beneath the pressure. His lover’s mouth found his then, suckling the bleeding lip between his lips greedily. Hisoka’s arms slipped the rest of the way around Tsuzuki’s shoulders and he held on tightly. Fractured pieces of the room around them caught in his spinning mind and then blurred around the edges. His breathing was heavy and ragged, causing a tightening in his chest and a pleasant burn to settle in his belly. Tsuzuki’s hand tightened around him again, stroking up and down, up and down even faster and the burn in his belly turned into a coiling pressure.

The muscles in his thighs constricted and then suddenly, without warning, Tsuzuki’s fingers were gone, leaving him empty and whimpering. The hand around his arousal was gone as well and both hands were placed firmly on his hips, lifting his up gently. “Ready?” Tsuzuki breathed and Hisoka nodded.

With one hand Tsuzuki positioned himself at Hisoka’s entrance, holding him steady with the other, and then slowly began to lower his lover onto him. When the tip of his cock pushed past his tight entrance Hisoka jerked, his fingers digging into Tsuzuki’s shoulders with all the strength he still possessed, and the hand on his hip tightened. Hisoka’s breaths were short now, his eyes clenched shut, and his body stilled, suspended over his lover. When Tsuzuki made no further attempt to push him down Hisoka opened his eyes and looked at him expectantly. Tsuzuki was clearly biting the inside of his cheek and waiting for Hisoka to assure him that it was okay to continue. Hisoka didn’t wait for his lover though. He wanted this over as quickly as possible, the penetration that is, and without any warning pushed himself down as fast as he could.

They cried out together, Tsuzuki’s head snapping back as both of his hands curled around Hisoka’s hips in a death grip and Hisoka shuddered violently, the pressure in his belly contracting suddenly and he came all over Tsuzuki’s stomach. He jerked frantically against his lover as he rode out his orgasm and Tsuzuki’s eyes rolled back into his head. If it weren’t for the fact that he was clenching his teeth so hard he was afraid they might shatter, he would have climaxed as well. When Hisoka finally still on top of him, gasping desperately for air, Tsuzuki gaped at him with wide, stunned eyes.

“I…you,” Hisoka dropped his forehead to Tsuzuki’s chest, still gulping at the air, hiding the furious blush that had painted his cheeks. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Tsuzuki pushed him back up and blinked at him with even more astonishment and sucked in a sharp breath because of the movement on his aching cock. “What in the hell are you sorry for? That was amazing,” he gasped.

Hisoka smiled shyly and wiggled a bit, pulling a throaty groan from both of them. “I…I’ve just wanted you for so long and then…you…and if felt so good and I just…couldn’t…stop it,” he panted and began to rock his hips again.

“Ayechh,” was Tsuzuki’s garbled reply and his head fell back against the couch cushion behind him.

He was moving slowly, pulling up off his lover’s erection until only the head remained and then sinking back down just as slowly. He wanted it to last forever, needed to feel Tsuzuki filling him over and over and over again. Tsuzuki had to resist the urge to push his lover to the floor and take him quickly, thrusting inside of him with everything he had. He recalled the conversation that he’d had with Muraki about the night he’d assaulted Hisoka and there was no way in all of Hades that he was going to ruin this by letting his libido take control. He wanted tonight to be about Hisoka and he would draw his pleasure solely from that.

Hisoka’s hands found every dip and lift and cut edge of Tsuzuki’s body and stroked and caressed him to near madness. The younger man’s mouth kissed and nipped and licked at every place he could reach and when the thrusts came faster and harder Tsuzuki nearly crumbled. With shaking hands and quivering arms he held Hisoka to him, kissing at the boy’s bared neck and mumbling incoherent nothings into his ear. A renewed erection pressed firmly into his stomach and Tsuzuki reached between them to fist it again. Hisoka cried out, jerking his hips faster and the faster his lover pumped the faster he jerked. Then it happened, the head of Tsuzuki’s cock stabbed at Hisoka’s prostrate and the boy screamed out in pleasure and emptied himself once again across the flat expanse of his lover’s stomach and down over the still massaging fingers that gripped him.

Another thrust had Tsuzuki crying out as well and he bucked upwards as he came hard and deep inside his lover. They rode out their mutual orgasms together, falling helplessly over the precipice that they stood upon and then collapsed boneless and spent in each other’s arms. Hisoka’s cheek came to rest upon Tsuzuki’s sweat slicked shoulder and he sighed happily, crushing himself further into the body beneath him.

“We’re not broken,” Tsuzuki mumbled breathlessly against the side of Hisoka’s head and Hisoka brushed his lips across his lover’s shoulder before settling again.

“I love you, Tsuzuki-san,” Hisoka whispered and the smiling, sated man holding him began to cry again, though this time, they were happy tears.

“I love you too, Kurosaki-san,” and no other words needed to be spoken.

They sat that way for hours, tangled in each other’s arms, hanging on to the other as though their lives depended on it. They had entered into their partnership as broken, mere halves of the men they once were and now, lying here together in the soft glow of the moonlight flooding the room, they were whole again.

And this is how it would always remain. Forever.

Hisoka:

Cast:

Tagged by Damselfly27... 40 questions never asked.... or something....

2006-08-03T02:48:55Z

So here goes....

1. Have you ever been questioned by the cops?
Well I made a statement when a drunk driver crashed onto my car. Does that count?

2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?
If I haven't had anything to eat.... No.
If I'm feeling queesy... Yes.

3. When's the last time you've been sledding?
God! I only did that once... and it was gosh like 20 yrs ago

4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?
With the right person... if not.. .better alone

5. Do you believe in ghosts?
Yes but thank God... I have no proof.... I'd freak.

6. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
Yes.

7. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?
Don't care... but if I had to choose.... Angelina

8. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?
Yes, both from the US and Mexico.... but it bores me and I hate that all of them suck.

9. Do you know how to play poker?
Yes, but I suck.

OK what happened to #10 and #11???

12. Do you like to cuddle?
Yes, muchly.

13. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is on the road would you speed?
Hell yeah... if it's a safe road.

14. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Yes.

15. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?
Don't really give a rat's behind.

16. How often do you remember your dreams?
Most of the times... and they are REALLY weird.... really... don't ask.

17. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?
I guess so

18. What's the one thing on your mind?
I'm horny.

19. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Yes.

20. What talent do you wish you had?
Dancing and/or singing.

OK, #21 and #22???

23. What do you wear to bed?
Gap, capri pants and t-shirt.

24. Have you ever been caught stealing?
I stole a piece of gum. Mom made me go back and tell and pay for it... after that straight as an arrow... *twitches*

25. Rock or Rap?
ROCK.

26. If you could be with one famous person, who would it be?
BE as in BE with.... God! Orlando Bloom and Ville Valo... right up there... neck to neck... can I have them both?? plskthnx

27. Do you know anyone in jail?
No.

28. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror?
No, just in the bathroom *giggles*.

29. What food do you find disgusting?
Liver.

30. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"
No.

#31??

32. Have you ever stood up for someone you just met?
Yep. Can't stand unfairness to people.

#33??

34. If you could live anywhere where would you live?
New Zealand or Europe.

35. If you could be any animal what would it be?
Hawk, Falcon, Eagle, Tiger, dog, cat.

36. Your best quality?
Loyalty.

37. Best feature?
Eyes, skin color.

#38??

39. Have you ever slept over with a person of the opposite sex?
Slept over as pijama party? NO.... slept over as in sex?? well yeah husband would qualify wouldn't it?? or hobbit (son).

40. Do you miss high school?
Not really....

KOHn Chicago 2005. Another live Fan Girl moment....

2006-08-03T02:03:50Z

Well the next update for my adventures in fan-girl-dom. Would be my second gathering. (The first one was the premiere for EE ROTK at Jet's... but since all the pics involve other peeps that I wont post until I get approvals). I will probably post at a later date... after all what is date relevancy huh?.

Well after arriving at Chicago Intl Airport with a friend from San Diego. We met Jet and Christy and shared a ride to the hotel...... NON- SO NON DIAL UP FRIENDLY

galor5, bunnysummers and damselfly27 Were my roomies. We had set up conferences in yahoo IM to get to know each other... and we pretty much hit it off... we were fans of ALL the MOME. (Men Of Middle Earth) well and Eric Bana Honorary MOME after Troy.

So we all decided to have our own little wall-o-MOME in our room. Damselfly brought Viggo, Galor5 brought Beanie and Dom or was it Karl? (scratches head), BunnySummers brought Dave, Lij, Dom, Eric, Craig... and me Orlando of course.

The welcoming party was already underway.. .but my girls waited for me in our room to start the decorating and so we could *roogbehtackle* each other.... so what?? were silly...

Slight un packing:

Then we went down to the welcoming party which looked like:

After that we found seats where we could... I sat with Bunny and Galor and Damselfly sat somewhere else. Then we saw a special message that Orlando sent while filming POTC DMC and one of the Mods, actually slapped my thigh with fake emotion. "It was so hard to keep this from you guys" That was the first of many protagonism scenarios we presented and duly ignored.... because we were there to have FUN damnit!!.

Well after that we proceeded to our room to decorate:

End product:

Needless to say going to bed and waking up were quite pleasant. Oh! if you ask... we had the do not disturb sign... and just kept asking for more towels... the hill-o-towels in the bathroom by the end was quite a hurdle.... Muahahaha.

Then the morning after we went to get the breakfast from hell.... the orange juice was crazy expensive for the little juice glass that it was.... the waiter spilled a drop on my glass... and once he left all 4 of us went... hurry lick it.. that's 25 cents... and obviously we laughed our asses off cuz... well ALL.OF.US. thought that... talk about SAB.

Then we went to a restaurant that is traditional for it being rude to you... they made us don stupid paper hats.... and we baptized each other of course:

Before leaving for the day trips:

At the Miracle Mile in Chicago... lovely tulips.

At the restaurant:

Close up of one of the hats:

Bathromm of said Restaurant... I mean one of the MOME was IN the bathroom... we just HAD to take pics of Viggo..... I mean really....

Leaving the restaurant:

After that we went to see a private screening of Kingdom of Heaven, that one of the mods got for us... which rocked... you could SQUEEE surrounded by your own fan girl peers... BTW the groan of frustration at the cut love scene was heard al lthe way to California.. Bwahahaha... The US Weekly spread was just SUCH a tease.

Well before the movie started Damselfly wanted to take a pic of all the group sitting... but alas it started and the camera just picked up this.... bwahahaha... Priorities huh?

That night we (or was it the other one?) *scratches head* I forget really... and we didnt even drink alcohol that much... we were too busy laughing our lasses off... climbing the elevator, in the lobby.... jus TOTALLY laughed our assess off.... sober. Yeah I fell off the bed... what? 2 or 3 times just laughing.. and Bunny had the veins in her eyes pop from laughing.

Well some night on Galor5's laptop we watched Lady Chatterley's lover.... with Beanie.... rough sex, orgasm accent talking, sex on legs Beanie... I mean he grabbed her against a tree.. and then he, he, he,.... CAME.... and he said orgasm and finishing together.... OK that DOES fry your brain. It was a grunt, groan, squeal. That I haven't uttered any time after that.

Before or after the movie we had our movie night..... with the gang.....

The next day... was tattoo day. Out of the 56 people that attended from all over the world (UK, USA, Canada, and Mexico-little old me). 11 of us went to get tattoos. Many our first one ever....

Now it's time for me to fess up: I'm Mexican and bilingual... here you have a habit with your english speaking friends to snark in english about non-english speaking folk... i.e. they don't understand you. Well in the tattoo parlor... the moron that took the appointment didn't tell the rest of the tattoo artists to be there.... So when we arrived. There was ONE tattoo artist and ONE artist whose turn it was to be receptionist... they rotate to cover the position.. yadda yadda... so Angie wen't first to get her tattoo done... the rest of us were waiting.... and waiting.

So all 4 of us were in the lobby area... and the receptionist guy was walking by us to see if the other artists were about to arrive... and walked by us... he was a cutey... and out loud I say and I quote "I could totally see him naked"... my 3 friends gasped out loud and stared at me.... I closed my eyes as said... he heard me right?? all of them went: Yeah... and I'm like well WTF?!?! its not like I'm gonna see him again etc, etc.

So next thing I know: He calls me over to explain that to help out he was going to tattoo me.... now to help out you would to two things: a) choose the next in line or b) the easiest design to get things going... right?? RIGHT... so mine wasn't the easiest and I was # 6 in the list.... *evil grin*

This is me modeling my design.

Cutey Pie tattoo artist.... Jason... Who BTW is afraid of needles.... ironic anyone?!?!

Process of getting my tattoo, before breaking the skin:

Gayla called Madeline because she wasnt able to go and she started asking me: what did he look like, etc.... and I was: blond, blue eyes, cute... and then she started telling me dirty things to tell him... and I didn't cave like Damselfly.. and told her: I.AM.NOT. saying that and you can't make me... so he did the only normal thing a young man would, he took the phone from me:

Continuing on:

And NO... my foot was not THERE.

The end product:

And Me and Jason, now at the end I asked him, "How do I take care of it" he said we take credit but we prefer cash... and I went and pointing at my brand new tattoo,... asked again "NO, how do I take care of it"... he blushed prettily and said.... oh Lubriderm, non fragrance... just keep it moist and shiny.... I couldn't help myself... I asked with a smirk: "Lubed"... he squealed Oh.My.God.!!! *muahahaha, we all made him blush all the time... well what did you expect from slashers??? also we went: you work in a tattoo parlor... you're NOT supposed to blush!! nor listening to ABBA... they were playing ABBA... to relax the clients... WTF???

Trip back on the cab from hell.... if you call for a cab for 5 people, WHY IN BLUE BLAZES do they send one with a bench for 3 people??? HUH??? Well:

I got plenty of tattoo pics of all of us... Jet's took the longest and it was/is Gorgeous... .Angie's, Lori's, Stephen's, Jorge's too.... but since I don't have permission I'm not posting piccies... Yet. Mo took an AWESOME video.. and makes me cry every time I see it.... Thanks girlie *huggles you*.

Edited to add: Galor5 and Damselfly took a hold of Bunny's camera and took the following random picture... just to see her face when she saw it... and she DID do a WTF face... and then kinda like: I don't remember taking this pic... (giggles insanely*

After tattoo we went for Chicago style pizza... I was like: Well how good can pizza really be??? AND OMFG!!! it's the best tasting thing EVER.... I mean and with the beer we had. The place brewed it's own... we decided on the local one... because the MOME would have chosen it too.. *sticks out tongue* silly?? yes... happy?? You BETCHA.

Note:.... we are all modeling Bunny's scraf.... NO, not scarves... scraf's .... it was an IM typo... you had to be there....

Then the last day we took Bunny to PET the Chicago Opera house.... no Opera was playing but she had to PET the building... and since she's our buddy the petting became high priority...

So alas, Bunny petting the Opera Building.... gorgeous one too.

Then we modeling too:

WHERE'S THE BLOODY MAP!!! Bwahahaha.

On our way back from Opera to Miracle Mile... on FOOT mind you:

They filmed the Batmobile crossing this bridge:

Well we cried when we said goodbye.... but alas someday soon... we will have our encounter again... and continue the madness.... Hope you guys enjoy the LOOONNGG ramble.

CEOK in Pasadena Oct 7th. 2004.

2006-07-31T03:36:57Z

Well as I'm seeing I don't have the good habit of updating my LJ regularly. I will post my most memorable Fangirly moments of the last years.... First is the CEOK with Orlando Bloom, it happened on Oct 7th 2004. During the filming of E-town on a thursday in Pasadena, CA.

Thanks to Francophile who confirmed the filming location and to Lori who was just nuts enough to go with me... a complete stranger at the time.

A little teaser:

Well one saturday while I was working on physical inventory I came upon an addy online.... that was supposed to be the filming location of E-town in Pasadena, that addy was promptly removed 5 minutes later. I don't really remember but Francophile confirmed the address. They would be filiming in that location from Oct 5th to the 12th or so.... Francophile couldn't make it for one reason or another. I PM'd Twinks even tho I never met her before or contacted her even. But I did know she lived in the LA area so I needed a partner in crime... she PM'd me back with just a phone #, which I dialed and we introduced ourselves and she squeed for me since I was at work.

On monday I LIED THROUGH MY TEETH. At work I asked for 2 days vacation, next thu and fri. At home I lied to my husband and mother that I was being sent on training to L.A. So they wouldn't lecture/worry and also babysit my son... I know I'm awful!! *blushes*. The overtime on sat and sun paid for the rental car. I mapquested the addresses to Lori's and the filming location, which we reprinted at her place without the maps.... and the following is just a transcript of the whole thing.... I will review and edit if applicable... for the meantime:

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Twinks
In the Garden of Pasadena, Part 1

About 9:30 in the morning my phone rings and it is, Eleanora saying that she is in my apartment’s driveway. She is here. I go out and meet her, instant kabloomie friend, means instant long time friend. She is so sweet and warm and beautifully excited. I bring her to my apartment were I start to show off the Orlando/Lotr interor design of my little one bedroom apartment. The first thing she see is a DYC clock. Yes Eleanora, you are home! We sit and chat for about an hour, I map-quested her directions to a more consise listing and printed it. I kept telling her, not are we, or maybe, but we will see him.

We left and with the map-quest stating it was 1.0 hours from my door to the door of the E-town set, I knew we were in luck. I had the success buddha and told her the story behind it. We chatted and cried the whole way down about how Lotr had changed our lives, our favorite scenes, lines, the things that made us cry. That Legolas took Gimli with him when he left Middle-earth and how you know that the love of another to say I will die for you is the most precious thing on earth. I know I have another sister under the skin with this lady. We follow the directions and turn this way and that entering Pasadena. The city of Roses has a new bloom in it, this we know. The directions were spot on! Because when the directions ended, I looked to my right and there was the production van. I reached over and gave my new friend a big hug, and said, “Now the wait begins.”

We parked and walked to the set, I did not want to get to close, and so we decided to walk around the block and come to the set from the other side. This is when I found the Bodega, *spelling Ely?* and filed the information for future reference. We saw this lovely house with a high wall that we could sit on and just watch. We could see the extra’s tent. Everyone sitting around in formal clothes. We sat down and the security guard, the lady that is now a honorary ka-bloomie, came down and looked at us. I told Ely that she was checking us out to make sure we were not Paparazzi. Found out later I was correct. We just sat and chatted and I called Jet. This is the first report stating that we were 70 feet away.

I kept noticing there were other fangirls closer, about 4 of them. But, I did not want to go up there if we were not allowed. That is when I saw all of sudden a black dog. I had seen Sidi before and HE! Is a pretty pup. I said Ely, now come look. And we watched as Orlando and his pooch crossed the street and saw his arms and everything all I could think is, “this day is only going to get better.

I was getting thirsty and my cooler of Diet Dr Thunder was in the car. A block and a half straight down through the set, but a walk around the block to go the long way. I said to Ely, lets get your car and move it closer and get my soda. I had not eaten, and only had a half pot of coffee from that morning and then a Vinti White chocolate mo cha chino with and extra shot and light whipped cream. I really needed some sugar and caffeine.

Then we walked around the block to get her car.

*PEFIC* Forgive my spelling errors.

Continued,,,

Back in business we get our stuff and creep down to where everyone else is sitting. Trying to convince each other, you ask - no you ask - okay we will ask together, okay but will you ask first thing going back and forth we finally ask the guard if we are very quiet can we just sit and watch. He looks at us like we were so silly to wait so long to ask and smiles and says, “Sure ladies, have a seat!”

I call Jet, and update, we are now 20 feet away and watching the Pretty walk back and forth. I could see him in the back of the tented resting area just sitting back in his Elizabeth town director’s chair. I know he glanced our way a few times, and all we had were little smiles for him. Suddenly a wardrobe rack way pulled in front of him, just about blocking our view but I could still see a shadow. I know from the movement, he was changing his shirt. Thank God for the obstructed view because I think peck-peeckage would have killed us then and there.

We are just sitting there enjoying a warm lovely cool breezy Pasadena fall day. Chatting and laughing. There was one fan girl, and I do not mean to be a downer, but she really scared me. I knew she had already seen him earlier in the day, because she told us all.about.it. The security guard kept asking why did she want more? How could she want more? Anyways, we knew he would not come out as long as she was there. Eventually the girl and her mother left, and now we were down to six ladies.

More chatting, oh and I the bad girl and smoking my smokes way too fast. Nerves sorry guys. I keep counting them down to Ely. Okay I know this is not the most pleasant thing, but the boy is a human being and how can I fault his nerver settling device when I am using the same one? I saw him go to a catering table and pick up a familliar red and white box. He took one and went around a corner and then a cloud of grey came up. Yup he is a bad boy. But I am thinking, if I run out, I know who I can bum off of.

Time is fleeting and so are my smokes 4, 3, 2, oh and I need to go to the bathroom. We had kept inventory. I had the starbuck and three diet dr peppers and one Heath bar. If you did not think I was not taking English Toffee with me, well, you get the idea of the luck charm involved there. Speaking of, the good luck charm I gave him in Kentucky was a Buddha, one for happiness that could fit in your hand. We had my success one that I had wanted to keep. All day this little statue passed from hand to hand, got squeezed, his belly rubbed and kissed, and is now back in its place of honor on my computer desk.

I politely asked if I could use their bathroom to the people that owned the house whos fence we were sitting on. I was in obvious pain. They said yes, I met Sidi’s future playmate pupply, and used the restroom, washed my hands and threw some water on my neck. Much better. When I came out all the other women were gone and sitting alone was Ely. I said, “What the hell happened?” I immediately dreaded that they had come to get us and Ely, and I know this would have been true, had stayed behind to wait for me.

Another part of the story where the umm fan? Got umm baptized by a canine, caused those other fangirls to leave. Now it is me and Ely and a long wait. Oh it was at this point we moved from sitting in front of the wall with the puppy to another wall, since we were not sure if that same puppy would get friendly again. Bless that dogs heart. If all dogs go to heaven then this one will have a place of Golden honor forever.

It is getting dark and I am thinking of the irony that I had seen Orlando in Kentucky, also, in the dark. We just sat and waited. And ummm, counting down. 1. I am out of smokes. Sh!t.

We are just sitting and talking and chatting and having fun and smiling and I need a smoke by this time. I think it was 7:30. I keep looking up and down the street and people, looking for a cherry to burn in the night so I can bum a smoke. Finally I see 2 guys standing together, and one has my fix. I asked him for one and he obliged. The other guy, Eric, then turned to us and said, are you guys waiting to see Orlando Bloom?

Ely

Ladies, Twinks is posting this story for the both of us. I'm in contact with her over the phone and we went through this whole story together and we are posting our story together hand in hand, just as it happened, this is such an emotional moment for both of us, and to share it with all of our friends here at Ka-Bloom.

Lori, it was so special to me while driving down when we found all the common things we felt about LOTR, when we cried together, everything. Love you.

I'm crying right now, all the composure that we fought so hard to maintain is now gone.... I love you guys so much all of you are so special to us.

The good thing about Ka-Bloom is that all the ice has been broken already. When we meet we are already friends.

Love ya Lori (Twinks) glad we were nuts enough to make it there.

Lori, Jan, Jet, thanks for my Title, you have no idea what it means to me I LOVE IT.

OK lets get back to the story.

:cry: :cry: :hug:

Ely

Twinks

Point of view will now change from mine to Ely’s I will try to let you know when it does. We, Ely and I are on the phone together and are posting this together. This is where the account begins - what we stayed up all night writing and makes sure was right.

Point of view, Ely

We were still waiting outside at 8:30 pm after arriving at 11:00 am and Lori had run out of cigarettes and we worked up the courage to ask a couple of crew guys that were on our sidewalk to bum a cigarette and one of the guys: Eric he’s the one that had prepared his dinner. He asked us if we’ve been waiting to see Orlando Bloom Lori answered Yeah! We’ve been waiting here since 11.

Eric asks: “In the morning? I fixed his foo-foo and he needs to know this.
Lori asks: “Whats his foo-foo?
Eric says: “Lettuce wraps: Lettuce, Tuna, Vinegar, Avocado, Lime and Salt ONLY!!” He said he likes that vegetarian stuff, wants to live forever to spend all that money. It was said with a sweet and enduring voice, not sarcastic at all. He just thought it was very sweet of him.

Eric continues “OK, I’ll make sure he knows but I can’t guarantee anything.
Lori said: “We'll be here”
Lori then proceeded to call Jet.

Then 10 minutes later, Bodyguard John came over to get us.
We grabbed our hands in anticipation.
He asked: “Are you the ones that wanted the autographs”.
Lori went back to get our goody bag and we specified :”No pictures, since he is in costume and on set they don’t allow pictures because of the copyright”.
Lori answered: “We understand, we appreciate it”.

We proceeded to cross the street, Lori slipped the bag open to get our magazines and stuff, we each had our sharpie on hand, Lori had the success Buddha.
Lori out of the corner of her eye saw him watching and waiting for us, with his hands stuffed deep into his pants packets kinda slouching, his head cocked seeming to watch to get us to lift our heads up, but we couldn’t yet.
We still had to cross the street. Then we took hands again and walked up the short hill to the house and looked up into the face of heaven.

Soft curls around the face of an angle. Chocolate pools of sparkling happiness. Lovely. Simply lovely.

We got there rather nervous.
He asked us: “Were you waiting all day?”
We both said “Yes, since 11.”
He said: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know”
We said: “That’s OK”.
He put his hand out to Lori, to shake her hand, the hands are covered with the softest skin, firm handshake, he was not afraid to shake our hands firmly. She said “Lori”.
He turned around to me and shook my hand and he said “Orlando” - In conference later we both thought well duh!- I said “Eleanora”
Lori said: “I met you in Kentucky. In the dark, AGAIN” *Lori thinking, omg, I just used the duh voice with Orlando. But, I was so comfortable, and he felt the little tinge of friendly dig at his expense. He smiled so much at my little joke, you made me wait until after dark, again!
He laughed, his head tilting back a little in an almost uncontrolled giggle. He got the joke.
Lori said “At Cavehill Cementery in Kentucky in the dark. I gave you a happiness buddha” -She opened her hand and showed her success buddah.

Lori’s Point of View.

He pointed at me (like Uncle Sam’s I Want You Poster) smiled, raised his eyebrows and said,

“That was you, I still have that!! I still have it!!.” *Omg, he kept it, and he remembers me. Omg.

Ely’s Point of View.

Then he asked, “What were you doing in Kentucky?

Lori got stumped and didn’t want to sound like a teeny bopper so I cut in and said “She went on a dare!”

He asked “Really?”

Lori’s Point of View.

Eyebrows up, glint in the eye. As if, ‘Yea, I can understand that if was a dare. You don’t back down on a dare after all.’

Ely’s Point of View

Lori said with a big friendly smile, not afraid anymore to talk about her leap of faith. “Yep 6 hrs on a plane, they picked me up and spent 5 hrs in the cemetery and then I met you, in the dark!”

Lori turned to me and said “Oh! and I just met her today she drove down from Mexico and picked me up” he turned to me and asked “How far is that?” and I answered “4 hrs” he asked again “Really?” I nodded.

Twinks: "Oh! And I know Geri!, the one with the Yellow Hat!"

Orlando: "Oh Yea! That was so sweet of her. I had lost mine and I had thought maybe that was the same one, but of course it was not."

Twinks: "No, that one was new, she got it on e-bay with a little help from some friends because she knew how much you liked it. It meant a great deal to her to give that hat to you."

Orlando: "I love that hat! I was so thrilled to get it back."

Twinks: "Well, she was thrilled to give it to you."

*Californians do not speak in distance. When asked how far something is from point A to point B, we do not give miles we give time. Believe me it is easier this way*

Lori’s Point of View

He asked: “Do you have something for me to sign?”

I handed him my un-capped Sharpie and the ONE magazine, he beamed!

“Oh! I haven’t seen this before”

I said “It’s a German magazine my friend from Vienna Millisa sent it to me. I didn’t even know what it was until I got it.”

He started flipping through it and asked me. A little tentatively “Is it all about me?

And I said “Yes that’s what makes it so great!”

I said, "My husband speaks German, but he would not translate it for me."

He said, "I can understand that."

I said, "Yea, he puts up with alot from me."

He said, "I bet!"

Omg, I just got a dig from Orlando Bloom. Met with the best gisting. Like him when I said, 'Again!' I got the joke! And he laughed at me, and I smiled.

He continued to flip, He said, “Some of these are really old.” *I smiled in side. Pictures from four years ago, old. How sweet is that he is still so youthful that four years is a long time. But his life has changed so much since the mohawk and eye-liner, and I think he was reflecting on this as a display of his career in pictures was in his hand.

Then I said, “Yes, but they’re really good.”

Then he found the Gap Commercial screen caps he said “Shit! That’s Cameron!, Oh Wow. " Then moved to stand sideways to me his left shoulder to me, so that I could look over his shoulder and point out to me what he was looking at, smiling like a boy looking at a yearbook photo. His finger showing me each of the pictures and the one with him and Cameron looking at a monitor of the commercial.

He was so giddy started looking around over his shoulders back and forth and said,

“Shit, I’ve got to show this to T. J. *It is still unknow to us who T.J. is* I do not think it mattered it was someone he wanted to impress and it was so cute.

He looked at me, and asked,“Can I take it to show it to somebody?”

I said, “Absolutely! Knock yourself out!” I am now fully at ease with an adonis. Life is sweet.
He turned to leave and I asked him shyly if it was alright to dial my cell phone? He said walking away from me continuing to flip the pages of my magazine Sure!, so while he was gone, I dialed Jet.

Ely

Ladies, Lori just stood up to get another cuppa coffee, and stretch a bit but there was a part left out that happened during our long wait.

WARNING, POSSIBLE OVARIAN EXPLOSSION!!!

At one point while in between scenes, he was outside in the front lawn in front of the damn clothes rack (so it did not conceal him) with his back toward us.

The banned ka-bloomies were there still to our left and Lori and I were a bot more to the right watching him from about 25 feet away, looking and admiring his back, arms, hair, hands, just taking it all in..... and then all of a sudden, he crouched down like doing a sit up and Oh.My.God, his t-shirt rode up and his pants which are always rather on the low side...... so we saw skin, ladies, SKIN, Illiac crest.... ILLIAC CREST. :w00t: For those who haven't been here long enough or anatomically challenged, the Illiac crest is just well...... above him bum :lmao:

So the banned girls did NOT see that only Lori and I did, and we were pretty much :kablaam: for Lori and one :kablaam: for me.

:smoke:

Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

Ely

Twinks

Still Lori's Point of view.

She said, “Huh?”

“We are standing on the set with Orlando and he is talking to us and so beautiful."

She said, “blahblahblah blah hun?”

I said, “When you hear his voice you will understand."

I just held the phone out so that Jet could listen. I did not want to put a phone in his ear. I just wanted Jet to be there too. By now Jet has listened to me and is planning her own CEOK and is preparing to come to us in Pasadena.

He came back all happy, and asked me how I spelled my name. He still had my sharpie.

I said, “L-o-r-i,”

He looked at me and asked, “Oh! Are you the ‘Lori’ that talks to my mom?” *My mind thinking, he said, mom! I was like dude, your British, I want to hear you say Mum,* but then I thought well, since we are in the City of Roses he might think I might get confused and this he meant a kind of flower. *snort*

Then he corrected himself and said, “No, that Lori is from Canada,” I had almost corrected him and said that no that Lori is from OBM on-line, so glad I did not. I did not want him to know I was an internet junkie, yet!

He then signed the One magazine. He noticed I had another magazine and I asked if he would not mind signing it for my friend. I handed him the Premier that Sprkles had sent to me so long ago out of the goodness of her heart, she did not even know me at all. Just saw that I had posted I could not get one. She hooked me up. I asked him to sign it for Leslie. I said “She lives in Atlanta and sent that to me long ago and I want to send it back to her.”

He said sure, and asked me, “How do you spell her name?”

Here my dyslexia met Mr. Bloom’s. Neither of us could get it right. I kept saying. “L-i, L-i, and he began to write it wrong. We both knew it was wrong, and we must have looked at each other with a bit of yea, I know but how do you spell it? A little crinkled eye-brows between us.

I turned to Ely and said, “Ely, I am flipping my letters, how do you spell Leslie?” and he turned to Ely and said, "Shit, how do you spell Leslie?"

She saved us, the incorrect 'i' turned into a heart with e-s-l-i-e right behind it. My dear friend now has her autograph. Leslie , I will FedEx, a.f.k.

Leslie, still has no idea that I got this for her. She will have to read it for herself to find out and from the email she sent me she knows I saw him and wants details. Shhhh. Nobody tell!

*According to Jet, this is where the cell phone battery died!*

Point of view, Ely

He turned to me and I gave him the two Time magazines I had brought over but opened on the article page. He lit up like it was Christmas. His jaw dropped!

He said, “Fuck! I haven’t seen this!” he started flipping trying to see the cover and asked. “What magazine is this?”

We said, “It is Time Magazine!” With a hint of yes sir, you are not in a teenbopper mag anymore, but a national magazine that has its thumb on the pulse of the nation. And also with a little lilt in our voice that said, ‘Dude, it has been out for three days, where have you been?”

He said, “Shit! This is the first picture I have seen of the Kingdom of Heaven! Fuck!”

*okay children we have graduated from shit to fuck!*

He tilted and lowered the magazine over to us to share his enthusasium with us and started reading it. He lifted his head and looked at us and asked.

“Does it say it is good?”

I must stop and say, that here we saw his vunerablity, his need for validation as an actor. Our hearts spilled over. He was asking our opinion. He wanted to know what we thought. This was the first publicity he had seen of KOH and wanted our opinion and take on the article. The look on his face was that of a child not sure where he stands.

Lori and I just beamed with an, Aww baby, it is going to be okay look.

Then Lori said, “Yea! They are saying ‘Watch out! They are saying it is controversial but very good!”

He had not ask if it said he was good, but if it was good. He seemed excited that the article talked about the film just as much as it did him.

His face broke into this wonderful grin, with double dimples and a little nod. And said “It was a lot of fun, difficult and hard.”

He went to sign the copy of Time, and asked me to spell my name so I did, and he said my name back to me, seeming to try it out and said, “That’s nice.”

He flipped to top magazine under the one below and when he saw it was another copy of Time he said, crouching down to us again, “Fuck! I really want to read this.” with his eyebrows furrowed to us.

I could see that Lori was very close to wanting to give him the magazine, seeing how much he wanted it. But, to her credit remembered that it was for Melanie and she knew that I really wanted to get that for her, like she had wanted to get Leslie's for her.

He turned to show his bodyguard like a boy that just got all A+s on his report card. He was causing a bit of excitement, *okay a note here, the ka-bloomies got Orlando excited, not the other way around.* and another couple of guys came up from the other side of him and he turned to them holding up the magazines in the air.

“Fuck, we gotta get this guys. Time magazine October 11th, it just came out. Look!”

Lori, dear Lori said, “They are at Barns and Nobel or you can find it on-line.” Then proceeded to step on her own tongue for the ‘on-line,’ statement. It was so funny! Through our minds we are thinking, ‘yup, online at ka-bloom with the scans!’ Ut oh, but he did not hear us. We were just thrilled that ka-bloom that alerted us to the Time article in the first place was giving him such a fantastic feeling. Time Magazine, he has arrived and we as ka-bloomies and a collective group put that smile on his face.

Then he said, “Fuck! I have got to show this to T.J.”

Still do not know who T.J. is. He turned to me and asked, “Can I show it to T.J.?”

I nodded and he took both of my copies in his hands and again he scampered away to show off. Go baby go!

While he was gone for a second time, Lori and I took these deep breaths and she reached in her bag and grabbed my Legolas’ poster and said, “Sweetheart, don’t you want your poster?” So I removed the plastic and got it ready.

Then he came bouncing, literally, back and asked how to spell the name I wanted and I said M-e-l-a-n–i-e” so he signed the magazine. While he was signing Lori said, “Oh I loved Ned Kelly!”

He said, “Thanks! I worked really hard on that!”

Then Lori said, *she was a chatter box, but asking these great questions!* “A bunch of my friends went to see Haven in Toronto. They really liked it.”

He said, “Oh we had sooo much fun. We could not stop giggling!”

Lori was so good and did not ask him if he must walk like an elephant when he needs a restroom break in the middle of a movie?

Then I took out my Legolas’ poster and asked him if he would not mind signing the poster, he said, “Sure.”

Sometimes the planets align just so, and in this case they did. Because Twinks was brilliant, right here she had the presence of mind of a genius and said, “Ely, give him YOUR! Sharpie.”

He looked up at us and said, “I already have a sharpie.”

Lori said, “Yea, but...”

Then he looked at me then Lori and said, “Oh!” In an 'I get it' tone.

Light bulb went on for Mr. Bloom. Two women, one sharpie, bad math. The new Olympic sport is the sharpie relay. He handed Lori’s hers, she took it and flipped it over, recapped it and slipped it into her back pocket, while I in synchronized style and as Orlando’s hand came to me pulled my sharpied out of my pocket and uncapped it, and flipped it over and handed it to him, I touched fingers! He looked at us, “We all good now?”

Yes, we are good, because for one brief shining moment me, Lori and Orlando Bloom shared a brain.
He was cradling the poster with his left hand and signing with his right. I was holding the corners of the top of it to keep it from rolling. He began to sign it in the air. He wrote my name and asked, “Is that okay?”

I said, “No. There’s an A between the E and the N” Omg it was my turn for a bit of a dig.

He laughed so hard, hovering the sharpie over the poster and said a giggling, “Shit!” because there was no space between the letters to get the A in. He laughed and finally stuck the A in there. I felt like I was just standing there talking with a good friend.

Then it happened.

Get your drop cloths, get your windex and squeegies. Serious health warnings for the faint of heart coming up. Not kidding. Not kidding. Not kidding.

The point of view of two ka-bloomies.

Then all of a sudden, during the Legolas’ poster signing and the sticking of the ‘a’ between the ‘e’ and the ‘n’ laughter it happened.

A guy began to tug at our man. Not away from us but just doing his job not noticing that two ka-bloomies just had their ovaries explode, right then, right there.

:kablaam: :kablaam: :kablaam: :kablaam:

All four, gone! Buh-Bye.

His job description, lifting Orlando Bloom’s T-shirt right in front of us to tape a microphone to his back and to his stomach right between us. He lifted his shirt and was crouching down all the way around him and taping a wire around his waist. Orlando is totally ignoring the man trying to figure out where to put an ‘a’ between an ‘e’ and an ‘n’.

Again, the guy lifted his shirt and showed us peekage of skin ALL.THE.FRICKIN.WAY.AROUND! Him! No tattoo sighting but OMG! We must have looked like our eyes had popped out of our head. We did so good and somehow gained the respect of his body guard when we did not tilt our heads for a better angle non drop to our knees and begin to thank God for the wire boy that came our way. :notworthy:

Actually we considered shoving the guy out of the way and saying, 'You are NOT DOING THAT RIGHT!"

But, then again we are not union. Drats.

Back to earth now.

Ely’s point of view.

When they had him all put back together again he said, “They are ready for me. It was a great pleasure to meet you two.”

We just stood there with these smiles, then he stepped forward and leaned down to Lori’s height and hugged her tight placing one arm on her shoulder blades and one on her waist. She is so little and he came down to her so that she did not even have to move to get up to him.

Lori’s point of view.

He stepped up to me and I felt his hands go around me and he hugged me. I just closed my eyes and squeezed him back. One arm over his shoulder the other around his back. I just breathed. Then he kissed my cheek. Just a fraction of below where the previous one was. I was thinking because this time I could not speak it, “Thank you for everything Orlando.”

Ely’s point of view.

It was so sweet how he had come down to Lori’s height, I just stood there. He let go of Lori and she let go of him. Then he stepped to me and gave me my hug. He hugged me tight also. I am taller than Lori so I went a different angle. He put his arms around my waist and I put mine under his arms my hands on his shoulder blades, *he has the tightest back!* I lost my mind in the thought that my hands were right at where his scar is. And he also kissed my cheek.

We turned around, Lori put her arm through mine and we turned to walk away. We didn’t even say good-bye. Lori was slowing me down to baby steps, I must have been taking giant ones. I started to feel Lori begin to shake and started chanting to her,

“Wait for the car, wait for the car, wait for the car,”

Lori picked up the chant.

Together now.

“Wait for the car, wait for the car wait for the car.”

We had not even started to walk away from him when the chant began, there is no way he did not hear us. I can only imagine the look that must have been on his face.

Babysteps, two friends that just met that day, chanting support to each other,

“Wait for the car.”

We got to the sidewalk the gurad said to us, “Be careful crossing the street,” Lori said, “I’m floating”

Little did we realize that Eric, the guy that had said he would make sure Orlando knew we had been waiting for him was following us. I think he was making sure we were all right. We crossed the street and turned a little bit around a palm tree and Lori let her knees go finally and lay down on the grass.

Four sweet teen-boppers came up to us and asked, “How did you do that?”

I answered, “We bummed a cig fro the right person.”

Lori asked, off the ground now, “How long were we there?”

They said, a little valley-girlish, “Forever!”

Lori and I stepped around the girls and saw Eric and thanked him profusely and he said, “My pleasure.” The girls asked him if he could do the same for them and he said, “You guys live here, they came from far away.” We said thank you again and arm in arm walked back to the car.

We reached the car and opened the glove compartment and and noticed Lori’s copy of Time magazine in there.

Two words. “Lets go!”

With nothing but the magazine we crossed the street flipping it to where the article was and creasing the page. The set was now dark and we did not go seeking to see him again, or anyone else. We did not even look for him

We walked up to the security guard and said.

Lori’s point of view.

“Could you please see that he gets this. He very much wanted to read the article and we forgot we had another copy.” He promised to see that he got it. Then we turned around and walked back to the car.

Two ka-bloomies point of view.

Respectful, appreciative, giddy, ‘potty-mouth,’ venerable, seeking approval, generous, kind, sweet, beautiful, sense of humor, capable of making us both feel at ease and special at the same time. Beautiful is not a good enough word. If you had a dictionary full of words to describe heaven on earth, it would be pretty short. Just two words. Orlando Bloom.

In our ten minute visit we discovered all of these things. Amazing. He was honest, and completely human with us, enjoying our company as much as we did his.

God I love that man.

*****************************************

The pictures of the stuff I got signed:

And Jet gave me this on friday as a memento. *huggles you* I keep it in my treasure drawer.

That is all.
Eleanora.

MEME's

2006-06-15T02:41:57Z

Type of Kisser:

You're an Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urges
If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story
You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses
A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Song to strip to:

Your Stripper Song Is

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I?ve got no
Soul to tell"

When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.

What Song Should You Strip To?

Type of Seducer:

Your Seduction Style: The Natural

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.

Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.

You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!

People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

European City where I would live:

You Belong in London

You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, San Francisco, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere.
And London is diverse and international enough to satisfy many of your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London (almost) has it all!

What European City Do You Belong In?

Type of Love I am:

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.

You give and take equally in relationships.

You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.

You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.

You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

Type of Brain Male/Female:

Your Brain is 60% Female, 40% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

How evil are you:

You Are 46% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

Fortune Cookie:

Your Fortune Is

Never have sex with a stranger unless you are stranger than them.

The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator

What kind of Vampire are you?

2006-06-06T23:50:29Z

Which Beautiful Vampiress are You? (For Girls! - Gothic Anime Pics!)

The TemptressYou are the one who comes into people's dreams at night to drive them mad with desire. You are sultry, sexy, and passionate. Others find you hypnotic. You have the sort of smoldering eyes and bedroom glances that are the stuff of legend.What's so scary about you: Like sweet poison, you are addictive and deadly.Your gemstone: GarnetYour moon: Rose Moon (July)
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Ice Cream Flavor

2006-06-06T23:38:36Z

You Are Strawberry Ice Cream

A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core.
You often find yourself on the outside looking in.
Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works.

You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Mamashope's Birthday!!

2006-06-04T21:44:32Z

Well this is a Birthday Pic Spam to my good friend mamashope

Hope you have a great dinner honey, thanks for being there, hearing my stupid rants and the music pimping and just general slashy goodness.... and Sharing the love of Ville and the MOME(Viggo, Orlando and the guys) I mean... you're a treasure!! *huggles you silly*

Now on to the pics... Not dial up friendly.

It's a manip but OMG WHAT a manip!!

ecampos @ 2006-05-09T22:15:00

2006-05-10T05:16:11Z

Well at work it's so stressfull you have a choice: either you laugh or you cry.... my team mates and I decided to laugh....

And our daily prayer as provided by bunnysummers

But it's not that haha laugh, it's that slightly insane, wicked gleam in your eyes evil, scheeming laugh..... sarcasm and irony are our cuppa. When we get weird stares by other employees we even tell them, hey we're missing a couple of cards on the deck... or similarly applicable remark... it's a prerequisite that comes with the job *grins*

I am proud to say I have preeched the "spontaneous violent love" AND team mates fully endorse it.

I have also spread bunnysummers Mallet - o - Understanding on all our cubes.

If one can't laugh... hehehe *giggles*

ecampos @ 2006-05-09T21:29:00

2006-05-10T04:29:17Z

This is solely to thank my good friends:

galor5 For the Orlando Banner (reds) and

leezadee For the layout... (Orli's valentine's day also in reds)

And I will be switching from that one to another one (because I can't decide and love them both loads)

leezadee For the Yellow Ville and Orlando Banner and.... still pending to define a layout. I think it will also be anothe WP leezadee made.... will try out.

*hugs to you both you ROCK MY SOCKS!!! Such talented friends *wuv*

Drabbles

2006-04-23T17:34:31Z

Just posting a couple of drabbles I had made a little while ago....

I need to feel warm skin against mine, the slick sensation of skin sliding against skin, the feel of warm lips, stubble scraping sensitive skin, hot breath coming in in short pants, increasing the rhythm steadily, sliding wetly against each other, small needy sounds breaking the silence, hands caressing, grabbing, groping, wanting to climb into each others skin, nails scratching slippery hard backs.

Tempo increasing more and more, rhythm becoming erratic, sounds coming out of wanton careless mouths only caring for sinful sensations, love, want, lust, sex, it doesn't matter.

Cries rise into the night reaching a simultaneous climax, satisfied smiles join in a wet kiss, tongues and lips moving slowly, hands caressing hot sated bodies, slowly darkening into contented sleep, safe, joined, loved.

Nights granted some release to the painful awareness of daylight, the sweet oblivion that sleep granted, there you could be happy and smile in your dreams.

Cold satin sheets, one could get used to the cold, the forgiving numbness. Cold never hurt you, you could function rationally and keep going. Not like the warmth or rather when you loose it. The soul tearing hurt the warmth of love could create, how much despair and longing you feel in your heart and body. It is better in the cold, nothing to loose. Cold is constant, safe.

In the night in the cold, tears would be spilled and in the morning not remembered, you could pretend easily so no one would notice your pain, the emptiness in your smile, how it doesn't reach your eyes. They don't notice, no one does, no one cares.

Cold provides a better tool to do what you have to.

To keep going. To function.

To live a half a life, because you are not the most important thing, and you need to swallow the hurt and ache and keep going. Alone.

What kind of rock chick are you?

2006-04-22T16:03:51Z

Grabbed from thumbaleena

What kind of underground rocker girl are you?

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Some easter weekend.

2006-04-15T00:07:16Z

Well I'm back on internet land after a very crappy easter holiday.

He thought he had finished going down the stairs and took the last step in the air, since I was behind I couldn't even grab hold of his shirt, he fell against a side table in the entry hall and hit his head against a 90 degree angle on the tables leg, so when I picked him up, there was this huge cut from his forehead down to his cheekbone, and it was gushing blood, and looked really deep so I pinched it closed and yelled at mom to grab my purse for the insurance cards and drive us to the hospital. He calmed down during the drive (the bleeding stopped on the drive there).

We arrived at the emergency room and when I removed my hand so the doctor could see, my son saw my hand covered in blood and that's when he looked at his and started freaking out. And I started talking to him and singing and he calmed down, doctor called the plastic surgeon, did x rays to double check no additional injuries, and then just waited until he was taken into surgery, minor but still.... since he didn't need to spend the night insurance didn't pay up front but will reimburse me. So I'm out 900 dlls and there went my easter vacation weekend. But he's OK which is the main thing.

But he just doesn't stop, he just fell and hit his nose against the coffee table, I've had to make him so far: stop jumping on the beds, from the bed to the floor, from the backrest of the sofa, he just while I was typing this fell from the sofa, against cushions but still..... wish he would just settle.... and we have confiscated all sugar materials....

*sigh* So that's my rant for now.

E.

My first Meme

2006-04-09T02:07:16Z

What type of Fae are you?

Snagged from drbiscuit, who snagged from leezadee and falling onto the meme bandwagon. And I'm a Pixie!! YAY!!

Supposedly optimistic... yeah whatever... I do try... *blushes*

Thanks to pushy good friends I'm finally setting this whole thing up... be gentle.

2006-04-08T04:10:19Z

Thanks bunches to my two very good friends: mamashope for helping me set this whole thing up, and bunnysummers for giving me the added incentive of giving me full membership to get finally cracking on setting up my LJ and quit lurking around.

Hugs, to you both.

Now onto loading avis and can't wait for leezadee to finish my banner... and galor5 you are right, completely addictive.

E.