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Post by Erutanie on May 12, 2005 12:49:18 GMT -5
ok, i've done it, I'm made aduil speechless, if only temporarily!!!
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Post by Lady Jaywyn on May 12, 2005 18:50:42 GMT -5
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Post by Miss_Anthropic on May 12, 2005 19:06:10 GMT -5
To both~ Dont make me come over there an boot you...  |
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Post by Erutanie on May 12, 2005 20:56:37 GMT -5
like i said, it was only temporary speechlessness.
sorry, besides you can't find me amid all my grass!
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Post by Lady Jaywyn on May 15, 2005 20:11:26 GMT -5
*looks interested* Grass? I like grass. Is it green?
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Post by Erutanie on May 15, 2005 22:54:23 GMT -5
sorta, it's actually growing, after five years it's finally becoming a lawn instead of dead yellow grass.  |
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Post by Lady Jaywyn on May 16, 2005 19:17:39 GMT -5
Yellow grass is nice, but I like the green stuff best. It just feels so...green...
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Post by Erutanie on May 17, 2005 10:14:09 GMT -5
and on cool days, it feels good to walk barefoot in the green grass. (not a good idea to walk barefoot in yellow grass)
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Post by Lady Jaywyn on May 21, 2005 19:47:35 GMT -5
If you walk barefoot across yellow grass, it feels all crinkly and gross.
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Post by Erutanie on May 21, 2005 22:04:29 GMT -5
and pokes your tender feet.
my feet are dry and are hard. yet, they still can rarely go barefoot outside of my house.
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Post by Iure on May 22, 2005 4:48:41 GMT -5
I walk barefoot as much as possible. Once, I even did that in a French village: my sandals were hurting my feet so much, I took them off and walked barefoot for the last ten minutes back to the car....  |
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Post by Lady Jaywyn on May 23, 2005 14:03:17 GMT -5
UGH! Jealous! Her Ladyship wants to go to a French village. |
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Post by Erutanie on May 25, 2005 17:02:54 GMT -5
I couldn't walk too much barefoot (at least not quickly). i could if my shoe was hurting my foot though (like yours were Euri)
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Post by Lady Jaywyn on May 26, 2005 20:01:34 GMT -5
Hmmmm...to be random...I read a book called The Girl Named Disaster and she spent who-knows-how-long out in the African wilderness and after who-knows-how-long, the bottom of her feet were as hard as hooves because she had been going barefoot so long...
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Post by Erutanie on May 26, 2005 21:17:08 GMT -5
i read part of a book a few years ago, i think it was something like the box, but in it a girl had been kidnapped and locked in a room with a limited food supply and in the dark. She had a typewriter two. the entire story was letters she had written and slipped under the door.
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