Your icon is purty. my forearms stung by African Honeybees as a tuxedo-clad Burt Reynolds looked on. I love you. Should there ever be any doubt, whatsoever, you are totally loved. And I want to vacation in your brain. You could also come sing to me...whenever. *squishes back*
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Date: 2008-02-20 07:00 pm (UTC)From: