faster pussycat... type! type!

i want someone to crawl into my lap and purr

i'm jealous

yay for stealing buttons! :) love your story, as always. :)

Spunk'd
Sassy Sue of the 76th Spunk Squad sighed. She'd been sitting by the phone for several days now, waiting studiously for a ring on the Spunk Crisis Line. Surely someone out there wasn't satisfactorily saturated with spunk! But no one called. Surprisingly, Sassy Sue was starting to feel seriously somber.

Jack looked down at me with his love dialated eyes and brushed the hair from my forhead.

"I wrote it for you, Christine. You've been kept waiting too many times."

He was right. I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his full lips and then whispered, "sing to me baby."

There she was with their cooking class. They're always leaving him out because his red eye. Having read about conjuctivitis' infectiousness, he resigned himself to read sheet music while he wetted the oboe's reed before playing. While the group formed pairs, they pared their pears that would make the cobbler.

i eat garbage.. i ate pills, Dramamine.. half the pile... good kitty, soft kitty, pretty kitty, love kitty...

What are you waiting for?
Go ahead. Dive in.
What are you waiting for?
You wanna know if the water's cold?
Well, it is.
Don't let that stop you.
What are you waiting for?
Consider yourself invited.
Take the plunge.
You'll like it.
Eventually.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.

Pacing, pacing. Looking at his watch repeatedly. “It should be any time now,” he thought. “God, why is it taking so long?!” he cried in agony. “I’ve been patient but I’m tired of waiting!”

Suddenly the timer beeped and he greedily yanked his bag of popcorn out of the microwave.

Jack pulled out his favorite whiskey glass from the cupboard when the doorbell rang. Distracted, he went to answer. Minutes later, he returned and dropped a few cubes in when the annoying phone chimed in. Leaving the ice filled glass behind, Jack was off again. The bourbon weeped for waiting.