
trust DR or Circeris to make comments like vertical sizes etc etc about a website not belonging to them.
view Raiveris Davey, leave a comment. I made a post for you
I havent heard from you lately. *kicks* that is my way of saying I miss you and where is my Zafra book that you have on hostage
I know how, gimme the newest book. Twisted 8 by Jessica Zafra. I'll send you a book in exchange. What do you think?
omg. dark raivenn deary, you don't know how bad i felt when i read this.
how come I never see you online on ym?
added you to my ym... Send me a message when you are online or something k
how come you dont reply to comments left on your post. You should
How come nobody told me that Rey Carlo went and decided to become a priest?! Nobody tells me anything anymore
well that is what the tagboard is for
since i know they block alot of chat messenger at work.
weeee, Raiveris is on your list now. *joins Circeris in leaving bloody footprints across your board*
it's warm in here.nice. You could stretch this tagboard.
(Log in Bravenet. Blog> Under Blog Maintenance Option: manage tagboard> Tagboard height. Set to 400px) will come by again next time.. See u around raiveris too.
OMG!!! nice lovely change on here dearie. Is that a port picture I see up on top? Were you the one who took this? Im loving the new look
Glad you are having fun decorating the site. Ey im still not on your friends list

That's me smiling with dextrose and all.

With my friends, Dandie (on my right) and Gida (on my left)

Smile, though you're body's aching.
I couldn't sleep. Earlier, I closed my eyes and and tried hard to feel unconscious, hoping the slumber fairy would come and make me rest. By rest I mean sleeping, not dying of course. The latter would be difficult since my soul knows I had'nt tasted all the good things yet. He knows it's too early for me to die. Too early since, there are still so many places I wish to go, both real and imaginary; so many things to learn; so many stories to hear and tell and live; so many food and...uhm... men to taste; so many things real, imaginary, heavenly or worldly to touch and feel. So many things.
If I could only sleep. Come lovely fairy, make me sleep.