tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post7026088846166821578..comments2023-08-03T07:00:56.131-04:00Comments on Tapdancing on the Edge of Reason: Milk Carton Metaphorwe_be_toyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12100712745473031460noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-47128523711113757572009-01-26T07:33:00.000-05:002009-01-26T07:33:00.000-05:00I remember that girl! She used to come into McDon...I remember that girl! She used to come into McDonald's all the time, just before we closed, and order a Quarter Pounder with no pickles. Of course, by that time in the evening, she'd shed her makeup and instead of tights wore a ratty pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that zipped up the front. By that time of the evening, being cool had grown stale and she simply needed to eat something . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-19364931954291660192009-01-17T10:02:00.000-05:002009-01-17T10:02:00.000-05:00Back from hols and loving that photo you baaaaaaaa...Back from hols and loving that photo you baaaaaaaad girl! Sometimes I feel sad when I can't find my teen anymore.....and then I have a glass of wine.Arizaphalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11402602175460446158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-5165300317804031612009-01-15T21:39:00.000-05:002009-01-15T21:39:00.000-05:00One of the weird things about the seasonal reversa...One of the weird things about the seasonal reversal thing is that my 'down' time has reversed as well. Here on a warm sunny day in January, it's hard to be down. I guess we'll see how we go in gloomy August.<BR/><BR/>Great photo!A Free Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01038930031019179647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-50855723798378513292009-01-15T10:45:00.000-05:002009-01-15T10:45:00.000-05:00SWEET JESUS I LOVE THAT PHOTO.SWEET JESUS I LOVE THAT PHOTO.Maggie, Dammithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16471019955310537571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-24305847761448358132009-01-14T01:50:00.000-05:002009-01-14T01:50:00.000-05:00she is fabulously bershon, isn't she?she is fabulously bershon, isn't she?flutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-60800948149642978542009-01-13T20:49:00.000-05:002009-01-13T20:49:00.000-05:00Can my headbanger teen hang out with your goth tee...Can my headbanger teen hang out with your goth teen?bandickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13282657121965971618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-48716151044129985702009-01-13T16:13:00.000-05:002009-01-13T16:13:00.000-05:00Those girls should only be let out in the company ...Those girls should only be let out in the company of girlfriends. But they are hot.Gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14327359141716141220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-6270581757590355812009-01-13T13:13:00.000-05:002009-01-13T13:13:00.000-05:00Maybe you need to let her escape a little more. B...Maybe you need to let her escape a little more. Bum a smoke from her. Show her some new tunes. I kinda like her...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-83815955763428805792009-01-13T09:33:00.000-05:002009-01-13T09:33:00.000-05:00Girl, you look marvelous in your alter ego. I say...Girl, you look marvelous in your alter ego. I say, go find a Barry's to dance your tush off in! Why not take advantage of the inner goth teen coming out! Pout on the dance floor! Wammy-kiss me, wammy-ho!Bhavanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13300974324710133884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-67681015036012217262009-01-12T20:39:00.000-05:002009-01-12T20:39:00.000-05:00Hey I know her! I think she owes me money... My in...Hey I know her! I think she owes me money... My inner teen is a punk, a la "Beat on the Brat" Ramones, leather mini,saftey pins, Sex Pistols, and Rocky Horror style. Sigh...those were the days...FairiesNesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00447315631854416364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-17945104661458814322009-01-12T17:46:00.000-05:002009-01-12T17:46:00.000-05:00And this is what I love about you, my dearest Bea!...And this is what I love about you, my dearest Bea! <BR/><BR/>"I was going to say, about 8 o'clock?" - Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters<BR/><BR/>I'll be over, m'kay?we_be_toyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12100712745473031460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495152387577965107.post-13399093666556723622009-01-12T15:04:00.000-05:002009-01-12T15:04:00.000-05:00She can always run away to my house. My gothic tee...She can always run away to my house. My gothic teen has taken over the joint, and I am overrun with sad bastard music,black candles, red wine, awful poetry, and chocolate. Join me won't you?!Chanda (aka Bea)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12321020069183192224noreply@blogger.com