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[primroseburrows]

I know I've missed a lot of posts this week. RL has been pretty busy, and on top of that, I'm not getting my message notifications. I'm not sure what's wrong. When I click the little thumbtack it takes me to the right page, but when I try to save so that I'll be notified, the page never loads. I've reported it to LJ, but they don't seem to have a clue. If anyone else has this problem or knows how to fix it, I'd love to hear about it.

Also, I'm working the night shift. Entertain me? 'Cause after I get all the paperwork done, it gets mighty boring. I won't prompt or suggest. I'll take whatever anyone wants to throw my way.

ETA: Unfortunately, I can't watch youTube at work, so all youTube stuff will be saved for when I get home. I can't watch any vids, really, because I don't have speakers. My home unit has them, but not this one. *sigh*

Am home now. Send all the YouTube your little hearts desire. *goes off to Watch Things and then go to bed*

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[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

But to meet up with you, I'd drop some dinero. Any ideas where a couple hot mamas can raise the roof?

Mebbe Chicago? Hmm.


I am obviously much dorkier than you. I'd be embarrassed to have anyone read erotica to me. Okay, here's but a sampling of my ever-growing list, and an even smaller selection of what I'd like them to read..

Alan Rickman, who can read me this, for starters:

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

Ewan McGregor - Annabel Lee

Liam Neeson - Easter, 1916, and it may just do me in.

Tony Blair - Anthem for Doomed Youth.

Paul Gross - In Flanders Fields. Also The Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.

James Earl Jones - Sea Fever.

There's more, and I haven't even got to the women. *g*. I'd love an entire entourage of people to read to me.

[peacey.livejournal.com]

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds

"Rich gives wax poor when givers prove unkind."

Lovely poem, by the by. Read by Mr. Rickman would be even lovlier, methinks.

I am obviously much dorkier than you. I'd be embarrassed to have anyone read erotica to me.

OMG, for realzies? Picture this: There you are with (insert name here). You've just consumed a lightly satisfying meal. The room lit is by firelight, half a bottle of champagne is already gone, smooth jazz flows out the speakers. (Insert name here) peruses bookshelf, finds erotica, sits on opposite end of couch from you, swings legs up, entwines them with yours, choses story, and with gleam in eye, begins reading aloud. You're saying this would embarrass you??? Perhaps it's cuz hubby would never in a hundred million years do this, but I would max my entire family's credit cards to make this happen.

Liam Neeson - Easter, 1916, and it may just do me in.

Heaven and saints preserve us, yeeeeeesssssss. Your other choices are inspired as well, but this one gave me chills.

*off to my journal to make my list*

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

OMG, for realzies? Picture this: There you are with (insert name here). You've just consumed a lightly satisfying meal. The room lit is by firelight, half a bottle of champagne is already gone, smooth jazz flows out the speakers. (Insert name here) peruses bookshelf, finds erotica, sits on opposite end of couch from you, swings legs up, entwines them with yours, choses story, and with gleam in eye, begins reading aloud.

Nope. Not for me. I'd rather have (insert name here) read Shakespeare or Wilde or Trudeau than erotica. Probably because I don't like erotica unless it's within the context of a plot. Random porny stories are a bit like the French Rugby Team for me. Full of teh sex, but no romance and no connection. I like Romance, dammit. :)

Lovely poem, by the by. Read by Mr. Rickman would be even lovlier, methinks.

Yessir. He can read Shakespeare to me forever. Or, um, y'know. The phone book.

[peacey.livejournal.com]

Random porny stories are a bit like the French Rugby Team for me. Full of teh sex, but no romance and no connection.

Agreed. Which is why I generally stick to erotica written by women. There's "teh sex" but oft with romance and connection too. And usually lots more sensual than stories written by men.

And you know how I feel about Shakespeare. Any man on my list could have his pick of sonnets and I'd be goo on the floor. In fact, here is my own little gift to you (you've probably already seen it, but meh):



And there's always this incrediblness:

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I hadn't seen that first vid. Of course, as much as Alan Rickman is very attractive, it's his voice that does it for me, so I wouldn't even have to see the pictures. Not that I don't like seeing them, mind you. :)

You've showed me the second one. Lovely. *adds Ioan to list* I like Shakespeare better than Lawrence, but that's just being nitpicky. *g*