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Old Alabama- Brad Paisley

Never done it intentionally, hope it never happens unintentionally.

And I still say if you you were serious about trying to get the community to find ways to reduce our impact you should start with some ideas instead of just saying that what we're doing now is bad.

I'm quite willing to consider alternatives. But, when people start demanding that things change- especially when saying all current options are bad- I like to let them come up with the first idea, to show that they're not just whining for the sake of it.

Hmm. I remember tearing up when Hedwig died in HP7. But the last time I actually cried from anything was when I read one of the New Jedi Order series where Chewbacca died. I actually think I was closer to tears when Vivi met the black mage clones in FFIX. What can I say, little existential mages get me right in the heart...

Once again, excellent work. Part of me loves the rather slow pace of the story (each chapter seems to take us just a half-step closer) but at the same time I can't help but always want more!

a remix of the Megaman3 soundtrack. Good times...

I mainly read fantasy and Star Wars. Goodkind, Jordan, Card, and Feist are all some of my favorite authors.

That's actually one of the fairer articles I've seen. He freely admits it isn't something that turns him on, but at the same time says that some things weren't so bad, and that-since it involves a fantasy- he really can't expect to understand it since he doesn't have the fantasy.

I'd probably be okay with normally-voiced questions that can have completely innocent meanings, but which we both know is a reference to what I'm wearing. Frontal grope would be beyond acceptable, but a noise while she pats my bottom would be okay... maybe.

So... is an apple good enough? At least I was picking a plant-thing, right?

She's always had that cute, young girl look about her anyway, so I think it would be a nice fit.

How to stop them from breaking up with you because you're incontinent? I have absolutely no idea. All I know is that even just bedwetting was enough to stop me from trying to find any semi-serious relationship.

I'm told that I was extremely easy to potty train, even at night. (Now once the bedwetting started back, that's another story entirely-and an extremely large reason I'm a dl)

I think that depends on how you are going about it. If you are trying to get people to notice, or you are doing it in such a way that they can't fail to notice, then yes, I think it could be considered forcing in on others. If you are simply off doing your own thing (in a car, in a concealed booth, ect...) and trying not to attract attention then I think it is more along the lines of one person's eccentricity. I was super nervous at first, but once I realized that people were seeing but not commenting I kinda loosened up a little. It helped that my friend was being her usual weird, funny self while I was doing it. Sure, once I edit it up some I'll post it as a blog entry. Just remember when you read it that it wasn't an assignment, it is something I did for fun that the professor decided I could get extra credit for.

As usual you have given us another amazing chapter. I can't wait to see what happens to poor Summer next, and at the same time I wish you would stop tormenting her so, even if it is so cute!

Just recently I used a bottle. My sociology professor had started the chapter on deviant behavior, and we got into a long discussion about how Americans value individuality to such an extent that they will go out of their way to pretend they don't notice something strange in case commenting on it would offend that person's sense of individuality. He ended the lesson by daring us to try something unusual for a while and see if anyone commented. Well a friend had just convinced me to try a jar of fruit baby food at her house, and we'd been joking around eating it in the cafeteria, using a bottle there, just something to really mess with people's minds. So I asked her if she actually wanted to go through with it. She agreed (she's always enjoyed poking people's expectations with a stick to see how they react), so during lunch Friday before last she had a jar of baby food after her meal, and I had my tea from a bottle. And once I turn in my short paper about my experience (several people did double takes, one person openly stared, but no one commented that we could tell), I get a bonus point in the class.

Great, now I'm going to have to feel obligated to share to try and join in with the cool kids club.

One more about me: Everyone assumes that I asked for Wednesday nights off at work so I could go to church. Really it was just the only night my friends were free to play D&D with me.

This is turning out to be quite an interesting story. I can't help but wonder, however, if her mother is actually alright with it, or if the magic is influencing her too...

Ah, rolling with the flow. Well, I hope you enjoy your time here!

Everyone who knows I want to go into politics assumes I want to be President. I could care less about being elected, I just want to run a campaign.

I guess I'm a tween? Old enough to know better, still too young to care.

I want more color options! Green and black and red and silver!

YAY, another excuse for a pie.