zena

zena throws caution to the wind, and waves madly at Scarlett, with fond memories of her virgin Knoxville busline. Do you remember me? Do you? Yeah, the one with the sword in the back of her dress. Well, yes, I did have to conceal it more thoroughly to be allowed into the venue, well, just as long as you remember me. Thanks soo very much for all the thoroughly wonderful memories in technicolor.....I remember you with great fondness... :F_05BL17blowkiss: Counts up to five on her fingers. Sighs, and tries to think kindly about being a dogwalker forever. :thsign27: hmmm, why do i feel like the dog here?

Okay.....Zena teeters on the edge of insanity; (the good kind, of course.) With Karen Eh?'s enabling, and Couch Tomato's permission, here goes nothing.... Is This a Dagger that I see before meeeeeeeeeeeee................. one hot and steamy houston night, i came to visit my adored. muski got the sabre light, but ehp gave me the sword. i spouted shakespeare in delight! do you remember, k'andre, dear, the princess you awoke that night? morphing into suess mode.......... ahhhh, if he touched me with his sword, i would do him 'til he roared. it might be somewhat awkward upon the festive board but i would horizontal holler, "All aboarrrrd....". i'd gladly give all i could afford, my jewels, my paypal, AND my tractor, if i could cease to be ignored, and be well done by my gorgeous benefactor. but alas i have not thus yet scored, the plastic dagger i have put away and stored. this makeshift princess has duly fallen on her sword, and died. Without her reward. sadly crowns do not become me, perhaps, this is just as well, cause heads often roll for royalty. and me, i don't have anything unique to sell. yeah, i am who i am, but damn. sometimes, i wish i wasn't. from da zenafobe among you. I decided not to go to Vegas yesterday. But luckiest1, i'm well into my fifth page of lines. I'm becoming quite a non compliant character when it comes to re-arranging my priorities..... hee hee. Oh, and did I mention I seem to have lost my conscience somewhere along the line with regard to chasing off to Clay events. My family has an APB out for it. :laught31:

I guess my problem musta been in the delivery. I remember saying , I mean, exactly something like um you said, CouchTomato. Anyway, DH has officially declared his non-intention of going, or is that his intention of not going? Whatever; communication is always more complicated than it needs to be at our house. So it's a solo trip for me if anything, and there is that little detail about the points for the flight actually being DH's points. Sigh. And one more thing, I don't exactly live anywhere close to Las Vegas. I live kinda very northish where a healthy respect for winter weather is a survival skill. A flight scheduled to take me home on the seventh doesn't guarantee me a seat in the concert hall on Thursday. Okay, enough whining. I must be the whiniest dog walker around. I think we'll go around the block again. See you all later.

Seeing as I got my feet wet with my first post on the main thread tonight, I thought I'd ask for your opinions on my Las Vegas dilemma. I have tickets; pretty good ones in Section 102. I have enough points to fly there and back. Vegas type places are not usually my favorite kind of places to visit, but my favorite enabler had an extra set of tickets and she suggested I invite DH to consider coming. Now, DH does like Vegas type places, and is also very much in need of a break/holiday. He was interested.....but Not, in anything Clay related though, and that included meeting any of the friends I have come to love and appreciate so much over the past four years. Grrrrrr. I wish he had told me this in the beginning. Now I reeeeeeallly want to go to a place I don't like. To complicate the bruhaha a little further, my DS announced a few days ago that his debut performance as a solo artist in a main role in our city's symphony orchestra's opera season would occur on Thursday, November 8th. One performance only. Me thinks the fates are agin me. So why, do I still want to go. Yeah, I know. Stupid question. So, anyone out there up for talking some sense into me?

Okay, I'm caving. I've been writing imaginary posts in my head for weeks and weeks now, and well, waiting for something to sneak up behind me and push me into the pool with all of you. And now xxx4clay has gone and tipped me into the deeeeeep end with her biggie sized avatar... After seeing it three pages in a row, I think I'm going under for sure. I know these are friendly waters, but guys, I can't swim, so somebody better rescue me fast. eta: Hey, I don't really need to be rescued from the pool, just the deeeeep end where the smut is over my head. Yep, this girl was at the Houston concert, fourth row, with binoculars and didn't even notice the rivet. I am pure through and through, :6: , or maybe just blind. Sigh, now I'm going to be a dog walker forever. (kicks self for not posting imaginary posts) FCA