This is sad, guys.
My mother is posting on my blog to contact me.
*hands head in shame*
Yes, mother, I changed it.
The url is www.geocities.com/apostolicfire_2004
:)
Nope, this isn't your Rob, Bec. I know your Rob does wear tights on occasion, but I don't think he's been immortalized as a statue yet.
*wink*
It's a crying shame when a married man is attractive.
Makes me feel quilty to talk to him.
But when the man wants to talk to me, what can I do?
*sigh*
I have been having very weird dreams lately.
Maybe it's the weather.
My sister left a message this morning and needed me to call her back at work.
I must say, it was a frightening experience.
I'm telling ya.....Jekyll&Hyde.
It's sad.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, James Barbour as an assassin...(or as Sal prefers to call it...a murderer). He's on the far right.
I'm just happy that he's on stage somewhere.
I don't ask for much.
*grin*
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