"The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

A Valentines Day to Remember LiveJournal Username Favorite Color Cooks you breakfast in bed eponinenkind Sends you 3 dozen long-stem roses sparklychibi Gets your name tattooed on their butt jacobin_spirit Puts an ad in the paper, asking you for a date snowyofthenight Stalks your LJ and leaves anonymous "indiscreet" replies theatre_angel Knits you a sweater...with their own hair maranz Delivers a naked singing telegram madameroyale Declares their undying love loudly and often mhari Quiz created by Larinzia at BlogQuiz.Net

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...Dear Citoyen St. Just:

Please to be untattooing Soujin's name right about this instant. Trust me. You are not going to want that haunting you for the rest of your (hem) career. At least, presumably not.

Dubious Love, Me

Dear Lindsay and Luisa:

Why am I not surprised?

Amused Love, Me

Dear everybody else:

Awww, how sweet! What a beautiful sweater, Maddy!

Bisous, Me

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Daddy is disemboweling a chicken in the kitchen; this is what it means to live on a farm. *g* It's inoffensive, if smelly.

My period is a week late. Technically I don't mind, but I'm slightly surprised.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.

--Anonymous, indiscreet reply

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

AHHH! A STALKER!

However, I must confess--I love you too. Alas! I must confess it, indeed!

~Logged in, discreet reply

[sparklychibi.livejournal.com]

Maybe you had an affair but didn't remember because of the green elixir he gave you (read Wicked yet, dearlingest?).

Three dozen long-stemmed roses it is not, but we have an extra ticket to Aida on Saturday, care to come?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Quite possibly (and made a post at the time, too, lovey :P).

*gasp* For realio? Mum says it's all right, for there's actually--can you believe it?!--nothing happening on Saturday. Oh! Really? ^______^

[sparklychibi.livejournal.com]

(Sorry then, love. I do read your LJ, I promise. It's just that, as my school's head would say, I have a mind like a steel trap—nothing gets in.)

Yes yes yes! Ooh! I had very little hope, but you can really make it!! Shall call you tomorrow with details, then!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(*g* I know, it's perfectly okay. I'm just teasing you.)

I know! I did not dare hope, either, but--eeee, okay! I will await your call (I'll be working at the library from one till four, though)!

[sparklychibi.livejournal.com]

Excellent. I never get home before 4:30 anyway.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, perfect. Then I shall be waiting. <3

[jacobin-spirit.livejournal.com]

Citoyenne, forgive me. I consented to the tattoo in a moment of indiscriminate revolutionary fervor, and there are no reliable tattoo-removal methods in 18th-century France.

However, you may rest assured that nobody will see it except Citoyen Robespierre and possibly Desmoulins if he's hiding in my closet to watch me undress like I caught him doing last week.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course--I'd forgotten all about time-period restrictions. Your assurance, moreover, shows quite clearly how discreet you are and how unwise I am to distrust you. Accept my apology, citoyen. Actually, I'm rather flattered.

Desmoulins, on the other hand, is certainly inspiring my distaste. Your closet? Really! Can't he be any more imaginative?