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So I am very shallow (and so what? suck it, bitches)and have spent the afternoon staring at the many many lucious screen caps from the last Battlestar Galactica episode that Kittie sent me (danke danke)and then making very silly icons and things from them. Hmmmm I kept having to minimize the images because while I was making one the others would distract me. They are pics to make smart women (and gay mens) go guh.

Anyway, as some of my icons featured lustful Paula Cole lyrics, I thought I would just once post the lyrics to the song I was thinking of, in case others would just think I was (more of) a nutjob.

love, love

You make me feel like a sticky pistil...
Leaning into her stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine...
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass...
While we’re rollin’
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the amazon’s runnin’ between...
My thighs

Chorus:

You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love

You make me feel like a candy apple
All red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and...
I’d be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt...
That I’m wearing
And you would open the door and tie...
Me up to the bed

Chorus

Lover, but I don’t know who I am
Am I barry white? am I isis? ohhh...
Lover, I’m laced with your unconscious
Oh baby babe babe baby
I will be your desdemona ahhhhh...

Take your time

You make me feel ahaa
You make me feel woowoo baby
You make me feel ahaa mmm
You make me feel loved

happy happy happy!!!! and yes...in other fangirl news, even though i know how story ends, the ad for new eps of Fullmetal Alchemist made me giggle.

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"He muttered a dark imprecation under his breath and resolved to go through Napoleon's closet next time he was there. No doubt it was hidden somewhere behind those high-priced cardigans that Illya thought made Napoleon look unpleasantly like the father on My Three Sons. Americans had such an obsession with widowers raising families: Steve Douglas, Ben Cartwright, Andy Griffith, Jed Clampett . . . it was really quite peculiar. He wasn't sure he would ever truly understand the American psyche. Fortunately, the French psyche was far more comprehensible. Food. Wine. Sex. Perhaps a little work. But food and wine first."

Lost and Found, Kellie Matthews

*snicker*

the Towel is Love

i don't know why but something about the new BSG makes me want to write/read all these dirtybadwrong written for that fandom. (bless you shagthecag for providing me with the line "now finish sucking my cock, hot dog") maybe it's the little house on the prairie quality to it...i just wanna corrupt it.

pooky and i are debating adama/apollo incest...i vote for more insidious and creepy but she is quite persuasive with her scenario of: '

"now bend over the desk, son."

"but..."

"that's an order, captain."