Tsk, Tsk… Poor Riley


Remember when you were a little girl and wanted to be a fairytale princess? Remember how you longed for some handsome prince to sweep in and romance you into idealistic oblivion? I don’t. Remember when My So Called Life aired and Angela’s intense Jordan Catalano crush so paralleled your own angsty high school experience? Yeah….
(a completely biased essay on femslashy goodness by Sensei Riley LaShea) Once upon a time, the cheese stood alone. And the cheese was Xena. In the time before Xena, there existed in the universe relatively dull substances that occasionally joined together in a union somewhat resembling femslash, but the emergence of girl/girl pairings like fire…
12 minutes. Dina Meyer. 8 pm. CBS. NCIS. Be there.
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Yay you! I’d say you both look fabulous, in addition to that you look happy and she looks cute. Wow. 🙂
This is the coolest thing ever since the last coolest thing ever.
I can’t be jealous or envious I’m too happy for you.
You kept me on the edge of my seat until the surprise picture reveal. And you got me from 75% recovered to 80% with that post thanks. You should send this picture to the W.H.O. it cures the doomsday virus.
Awesome as always. As are you. 🙂
You did it!!! And you guys both look good in your picture!
I’m surprised I’m not the colour of a frog right now I’m so jealous! You are soooo incredibly lucky! *wistfullest sigh known to man*
*ded of jealousy*
*on floor due to jealousy*
sweet picture though!
and that clip is amazing. she is so flippin’ adorable.
Oh Barb, you are too kind… seriously. But thanks for saying it 😉
No need to be jealous, Nikky, if you were inclined to be. You were all there in spirit. I felt like I was representin’.
I barely did it, Tara 🙂 And thanks.
No sighing Halfpint! Remember, I was representin’.
You okay now, Rev? Or should I be sending a bouquet to your family?
Off the floor, Whitney! Glad you liked the clip. I know… isn’t she?
Nope, still ded. Send the bouquet to my mom and bury me with all my toys.
Um, what toys are we talkin’ about here Rev?