@polka dots vs stripes I currently have an NJ license and thank god they don't require it. My MO license did and I tried really hard not to lie about it but MAY have shaved off a couple pounds, just by rounding down.
That all said, this is a GREAT story despite how horrifying it would be to wake up in the middle of a robbery.
This was great! Can't wait for the next installment. Also, "I was so Number Four." <3<3 A++
A++ Would choose to be prompted again.
That Paris 1900 ring is totally gpoy.
Am I the only one who wants to know the least-popular names of the 1880s? If everyone's children were Alice and Ida and Edna, who were the outliers? Are they completely outmoded names, or were there Jaydens and Kaydens running around back then, too, and people just had the good sense not to name most of their children that?
@rien à dire If you were introduced to me as Law-ren, I would call you Loren, for sure. Saying it Law-ren sounds like I'm putting on a Southern accent. An ex-boyfriend of mine dated and married an Anna (pronounced Awn-uh) immediately after dumping me, so I can't tell if it's regional or spite that makes me call her Ann-a.
Face transplantation is so fascinating. The before/after pictures are incredible.
@Arwen I did the same thing. In the theatre, I actually whispered to myself, "so handsome" every time he came on screen. Sigh.
Such a great read!
@raised amongst catalogs I WAS ALSO that girl who had Drink #4, but it was an accident, and instead of leading to a summer-long fling, it lead to me standing up, realizing I was kind of wasted, sloppily kissing the dude (I think) and fuzzily getting on a train (I have no recollection of actually getting home) and never hearing from him again. Whoops.