My grannie once gave me a book about Christian dating, stating that I MUST NOT EVER DATE anybody who was not Christian, or was a smoker! Hahaha. Hahahaha... *ahem* Who on Lit-Net fits the bill? We should do coffee and forge a false relationship so that the old biddy leaves me lots in her will.
*Ahem*
Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
Originally Posted by BienvenuJDC
I would, but she prefers that I not...so there it remains...Vell, Ve shall have to put our famous tracking devices on your computer; nobody can escape the "gossiping granny interogation league
(Just Kidding)
Isn't it romantic, requited love
Well, I actually think there are quite a few Christians who probably don't smoke, we just have to go kidnap them from the religious threads
Did your granny say it was okay if they are gay, christian and didn't smoke...
Is there a cut in it for me?
I don't drink if it means a larger sum...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
All right, JethroIs there a cut in it for me?
I don't drink if it means a larger sum...How do you feel about cougars with broken down houses that need their lawns mowed and their hoopty cars repaired
Hmmm....sorry...I can only build boats in basements...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Lucky lad? Hahahaha.
Not likely. Pretty much every boy within an 100,000 metre radius of me is still wearing nappies, crawling on the floor and putting dirty objects in their mouth.
Eh, my crushes, well, the top four anyway, are rather young. Wait... Depends what you think is young. Younger than my parents anyway.
The rest of them, I wouldn't have a clue.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
you wanna matchmaker? Litnets finest is Pensive.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
I wonder where Pensy is off toyou wanna matchmaker? Litnets finest is Pensive.Well for LitNet sake the poor chap wouldn't have to be Christian! A good nice, tall, dark, handsome and literary type would be just fine for me on LitNet..perhaps that's too much to ask
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Hahah don't tell me I have as much trouble finding a LitNet crush as I do in real life hmm?
"So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest, I don't have time to maintain these regrets, when I think about, the way....He loves us..."
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5xXowT4eJjY
I think she is in her final year of Secondary School. Lots of studying!I wonder where Pensy is off to
Hahah don't tell me I have as much trouble finding a LitNet crush as I do in real life hmm?
I think there are plenty of young men on litnet that fit that criteria. There might even be one or two christian lads floating about somewhere in the depts of the forum!
Aww dont put yourself down Gracie! (hug)
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
When I was in my early twenties and started dating the bouncer from a bar we went to, my dad sent me a poster with a picture of Jesus and the caption, "You won't find God's gift to women in a bar."It was a bit of a joke but yet he was definitely making a point. The guy was Christian though, in fact, he was even Lutheran which is at the top of my Dad's wishlist so I don't know what he was complaining about.
the luminous grass of the prairie hides
feet lovely and still as sleeping doves,
porcelain bones strong enough to carry a life,
but weighty and unmovable
As black Dakota hills. ~ Riesa
Dude! Have you seen 'em dating ads on Facebook? 'Em Christian girls knows how to have fun. Not to mention, dress.
"The Lord works from the inside out. The world works from the outside in. The world would take people out of the slums. Christ takes the slums out of the people and then they take themselves out of the slums. Christ changes men, who then changes their environment. The world would shape human behavior, but Christ can change human nature." ~ Ezra Taft Benson
Hey Beccs, I'm Catholic in theory, and I don't smoke. Whadda you say?Hey, and just to throw her off the scent, in Europe my name is a male name! She need never know the truth...
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Wait a minute . . . whats wrong with crawling on the floor and putting dirty objects in your mouth?Lucky lad? Hahahaha.
Not likely. Pretty much every boy within an 100,000 metre radius of me is still wearing nappies, crawling on the floor and putting dirty objects in their mouth.
Eh, my crushes, well, the top four anyway, are rather young. Wait... Depends what you think is young. Younger than my parents anyway.
The rest of them, I wouldn't have a clue.
Skib, what did I tell you about putting dirty objects into your mouth in your blog about being sick? I thought we had this conversation! *sigh*Wait a minute . . . whats wrong with crawling on the floor and putting dirty objects in your mouth?
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
oh yeah . . . sorry about that . . .
I love all those new smilies, btw!
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