mmmm. All five feet, two inches and nineteen years on me is EXTREMELY scary.
But I would quite rather you didn't speak to me anymore, so I shall not complain!
(P.S. - you totally deserved it, so I'm not at all sorry. You bitch at me, you get it right back.)
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 8/8/05 at 10:44 PM