The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
I'm a Birch. But I knew that already, because people keep telling me. "You're a complete and utter Birch".
Of course! I had to take another one well in the middle of my face: I'm a Willow! I WAS going to read, but a word stroke as a lightning: female forces... bla, bla, bla...There's nothing I can do about it: I am what I am. (Where did I hear this before?... OmG!!! No!)
I'm Ivy: pushy, clingy and choking.Hmmf.
The Holly. That's cool because I'm trying to bang a girl named Holly
bang is yank for shag
I'm an Ivy, too.But which of the other 'signs' am I compatible with? I'm single and need straws to clutch at, dammit!
Bang is a good word.
I'm a Hawthorn. We learned about this in school, many, many years ago and I remember those of us who were Hawthorn, Oak or Ash, felt like we were more important than the rest of the pupils. How silly eh.
Rowan. I went to high school with a guy named Rowan. ( what a pillock.) Anyway a very powerful tree, apparently.
I'm an Oak! This is fascinating, Minge. Thanks for posting!
Lookee here.I am straight.I am a gurl.I am a mum.I am a born again yankee Americanand I am a Reed.The only one here! WEEEEEEEEEEEThe Celtic festival of Samhain was a time when doors were opened between the natural and supernatural worlds. For the Celts, this was the most important celebration of the entire year since it officially marked the beginning of Winter as well as the beginning of the Celtic New Year. In this illustration, Pluto, God of the Underworld, resides in a subterranean cavern where he guards the four treasures that the Celtic people inherited from the Tuatha Danaan...a race of immortals who became their Gods.
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