permanently pressed repressed and depressed

[fluffy]

lol..........all haggis and no scotch sounds like all fur coat and no knickers.........lol........

fluffy

[wylde]

Now let's see if I can't delude myself to the illusion of happiness...

[wylde]

Thought it was a school night?

[wylde]

And haggis can NOT be that GOOD

[wylde]

Had an old fur coat passed down to me...it eventually fell apart. Muskrat, I think. Hunters in the family...

[wylde]

UNLESS of course, you were talking about something else...then I don't want to know ...the whole Britney thing...not that interesting.

[wylde]

JEEZ! In the event you require to walk through a knicker detector test... what is WRONG with people? YES I wear underwear. How badly do you wanna see 'em?

[wylde]

SICK SICK WORLD!...PLEASE come up with something worth while to dwell on...

[wylde]

Now that old muskrat coat... oh yeah ...I tried it on the buff. YOU BETCHA! ...And it felt GOOD. DAMN GOOD. Sadly, I was home alone...noone to torture to madness. No striptease tale to tell... ok. back to the ranch...

[wylde]

Talk about waylaid... Now where did I leave it with my cowboy?

[Eskarpin]

Eskarpin, if you're feeling lonely, then you need to make a change.

Is there somewhere you can get help? Someone you can turn to?

It's not good to go around with dead smiles and dead eyes.

Be true to yourself, follow your heart and it will all work out.

Not, I think that nobody can help me. ...... Be true to yourself. ..... I do not know very well what do you mean with this. ..... and a change. ..... yep, I can put out my computer, but I think that I will feel aloner in this way.

[Filomena]

but I think that I will feel aloner in this way.

It's awful when you feel alone in the world. It's like when you talk, and nobody listens.

I feel that way too, sometimes. Like I've been erased and I don't exist anymore.

I think they call that invisible.

[wylde]

Sorry E., I'm not ignoring you exactly, I'm just having a little trouble deciphering what you are saying most of the time. I wish you well, tho', ok...

[wylde]

...I was leaning on the fence of the corral watching the horses. Found a beautiful grey and white. Two to three years, I'd guess...I ducked in and made a cautious approach. This could have been a mistake...they're not tame. Okay. I'll accept the consequences...they can't be as bad as that Longhorn, right?

[wylde]

All is well, the horse likes me. He came along at a trot, then slowing, brushed alongside, and turned to look. He's curious...