I told you, gothopia-stalking. I saw it in your blog...and yes, why not?
I have fractured my ankle and cannot walk this week, so I'm confined to bed rest and powdered painkillers that taste like vanilla. I would welcome the company (even through the ether).
It has been awhile! I spent the weekend in Sienna and Tuscany with some friends - I've only recently gotten home.
As to the tattoo question. Well. Quite a few, actually. As soon as I was legal, I went all rebellious with the body art. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. -evasively-
What can I say, classy girls get tattoos. Or not. I love them, haha.
Well ciao! I think buona sera was a pretty good effort - I mean, I -live- here and my Italian still sounds like I'm reading out of a phrasebook :]
That being said, I will be one hundred percent honest and admit that I gothopia-stalked your profile (Is that creepy? It sounds creepy, lol.) and was, in fact, intimidated. But sure, let's talk. Time and place, and it's a date.
I haven't spoken to you in ages, or so it seems. How have you been doing? Anything new going on with you? I want details, because you know I'll come back and bite you if you do not concede to my demand of answering...*Smirks*
Sundays... I'll remember that. The problem is that I never know when I will have a phone- or, rather, be allowed the privilege of using one. I'm a bit bitter about that, actually. In case it didn't come across through the screen. (Grins.)
Oh, you're sharing your power with me? Really, my Lord Fallen Angel, people will start to say we're in love. (Does a poor imitation of Hannibal Lecter here.)
I do my best to take care of myself, of course. I'm glad to know you'll do the same. Thank you.
{Laughs} It has been much too long. It is a delight to see you profile is just as...interesting...as it used to be. Milord, patience is a virtue. And, if I might submit a bit of my opinion, you don't seem to have many of those left. Yes, you are ever so slightly spoiled...rotten. The question is...who here would deny you?