synnoveaevael: (Kate Winslet - I hate this place)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears

Day 27 – Your favorite placeThe Rest )

I would have easily said Pennsic at one point, but this year was rather sort of rough. I hope to hell next year is different or I'm going to find a new line of vacation.

Aside from that, I don't know if I have a favorite physical place.

Let's see.

There's Q's.



Portugal was kind of amazing.



The rose cooler. This won't make sense to a lot of you. But hey. Whatevs.



My Apartment in Parsippany.





New York City, my favorite city on the planet.



Grand Cayman



Cozumel was pretty damned amazing. All those pix are on my other hard drive though.

*sigh*

Pretty much, where my friends are, I suppose. The scenery is just a bonus.

I am partial to Frederick now.
synnoveaevael: (Sworn to secrecy)
All alone in the moooonliiiiighhht...

Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss

Day 17 – Your favorite memoryThe Rest )

I don't know if I have specifically a favorite memory. My first memories are from when I was a year or so old.

I have so many powerfully strong memories, well, I don't know how to take that either.

A favorite memory I suppose was leaving my grandmother's house one day (my mother's mother) and she would SQUEEZE THE AIR out of us when she'd hug us. She was a big lady and she loved us with all of her. heh :)

Anyrate.

As she was squeezing the air out of me in a bear hug, it felt like someone whispered in my ear "Don't struggle. One day she won't be here to squeeze you. And you'll wish she was."

It was the strangest sensation. I was about 11. Maybe.

It's one of the things I miss the most in life. Just thinking of it makes me cry.

She gave the best hugs. And she had the best laugh. I have her laugh. I am grateful for that.
synnoveaevael: (Kisses)
Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What's in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – What you wore today
Day 15 – Your dreams

Day 16 – Your first kissThe Rest )

Ugh. My first kiss. Well, the one I count. It was with this guy named Andre, who I actually still know, but don't have on my Facebook. He knocked up my cousin's friend and they're together now. The kid is cute.

Anyrate. Andre. He was my neighbor back when I was 14 or 15? I really don't remember. I think I may have been closer to 15.

I was really awkward looking for quite some time. At the age of 13, I started attracting unwanted attention from men, and I mean MEN. Older men (like, 40+. Why? I don't fucking know. I was also mistaken as a TEACHER at my 8th grade dance that year. What the fuck people? I HAD ACNE AND BRACES. SEE???)


My cousin Trish & I on the way to the dance.

Anyrate. Around 15? I was invisible. Which was fine. I might have been invisible since I started wearing *super* baggie stuff. Cause ya know. Yeah. Yay 1994.

So, there's a bunch of us. I lived in an apartment complex, you see. And I had a BUNCH of neighbors who were my friends and around my age. Andre & his siblings were new to the complex, and we were all hanging out on the picnic tables in the back. Andre had been showing interest to me in front of my mom, and it was obvious my mom was like "THANK GOD, A BOY LIKES MY DAUGHTER." I think she thought I was a lesbian. OH WAIT. I know she thought that.

She was only half right.

However, at the time, I was insecure, and confused, and didn't know if I was even remotely attracted to him. He had a brother who was a year and a half younger (but I wasn't about to do anything about that, cause he was like, 13 or so, and that was just TOO young. And I was insecurity personified. Even though ALL those boys looked a lot older than they were. The youngest won a 8 year old body building competition at 5... yeah. They even have those.)

After playing Manhunt (Most of the kids were a few years younger than me, but they were fucking ninjas. I miss those days.), we were chilling on this picnic table (that can't possibly exist there anymore since they built ANOTHER set of buildings on that land. RIGHT NEXT TO THE CREEK RUN OFF BASIN!! IDGI.) and Andre starts like. Rubbing my leg.

Okay? Maybe his hand is cold.

Now he's like, laying on my lap. What? Maybe he's tired.

Now he's turned and is like, rubbing my BARE back UNDER MY SHIRT at the same time. Apparently his hand *isn't* cold.

What is going on here?

My friend/neighbor, Alex, notices this and is like "Man, I'm outta here." And sure enough everyone else starts to go home.

His brothers lag behind a bit. Kinda waiting for Andre, but realizing that he's not coming along.

Sure enough we're alone, and I'm like "I guess I should be going in soon," and he's all "No, no, not yet."

He pulls me between his legs, he's sitting on the table part of it, and resting his feet on the bench part, and so we're almost like, spooning but standing? I don't even know how to explain it.

He starts like, kissing my neck and rubbing my breasts and rubbing my sides and making all these teenage horny boy noises.

And AALLLL the while I'm like, uhh.

Cause what the hell do I do?

Also? My mother's bedroom window is NOT FAR AT ALL, and if she were to look out? She would TOTALLY see what was going on. Not to mention she was dating KING of all racists at the time (did I mention Andre is black as black gets? *scrolls up* No, I didn't. He's black as black gets. As Jared would say "somewhere between Denzel Washington and Nelly".), so I am FREAKED OUT that Rich would see and do something stupid.

Instead of thinking about the first sexual encounter I'm having with someone my own friggin age, I am thinking about this shit. And how I don't feel comfortable.

I let this go on for a bit. Then I was like "No, really, I have a curfew" (true, but it wasn't for another hour) and he sighs and walks me toward my apartment, but says underneath my bedroom window "Don't I even get a kiss?" and as I went to answer him, VOOMP.

Tongue down throat.

The bastard had brushed his teeth at some point. HE KNEW. I didn't.

We kissed for like, 30 seconds and he got Roamin' hand syndrome again and I pulled away and that was that. I scampered to my apartment.

The next day he acted all awkward and weird around me like the rest of the guys in my world. Like they didn't want to be seen with me cause I was the chubby weird looking girl and "oh no she might be interested" look. It was annoying. I wasn't interested in him at all. HE was the one who made the moves on me.

Looking back, he might have been trying to reject me since I clearly didn't have an interest in him. But even back then, I was trying to be mature and was all "no, everything is cool."

Fucker even got me in THE WORST trouble I ever got into with my mom.

I had some of my neighbors over when my mom told me not to have anyone. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but we were all laughing and having fun. Andre was in my room and listening to a CD and I saw my mom pull up out my window. I GOT EVERYONE OUT IN TIME except Andre (since he has ALWAYS moved slow and stop), the worst one to be coming out of my bedroom (the rest of my neighbors were really young, or just playing on my keyboard. But here is this 6'5" BOY coming out of MY BEDROOM.)

That was a fun "I can't trust you anymore" conversation. UGGHHH.

Yeah.

So. First kiss. Was lame.

Second kiss didn't happen till I was like, 20. I was a super late bloomer.
synnoveaevael: (Corpse Bride - Sad)
A former coworker of mine was stabbed and killed. She had a huge attitude problem. Blackitude, some call it. But she was really sweet. She'd kick the ass of anyone who hurt her friends. We shared a tattoo, the rose on my ankle she had on her chest. I hadn't seen her in some years. But this was no way for her to go. :(

Tawanna, I'm so sorry. So sorry. I'd have gone if I'd known. I'm so sorry. :(
synnoveaevael: (Camera)
We had FILM.

And now, I have a high quality scanner in which to set them in. *GLEE*

And it came one to six days earlier than scheduled.

I am THRILLED.
synnoveaevael: (Sixteen Candles - Hot Stuff)
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Uhm. I think one of my first memories was when I was less than a year old and chewing on my crib bars. Yum.

But, I recall an incident where I was at a church and they all LEFT ME in this big room. I was just walking, and I remembered my legs hurt. And I couldn't reach the handle to the door where everyone went. So I cried. And a man with crazy curly hair opened the door and peered around it and smiled and picked me up. I told my mother about this later in life. She said it was my cousin Christy's baptism and I was around a year old. And yes, they accidentally left me in the antechamber till my then Uncle John picked me up.

I have several memories from around then. I vividly remember my mother leaving my father. I was about 3.

My memory is pretty decent.

All this memory talk has me itching to do a meme! )
synnoveaevael: (God messages)
I gave up on the whole organized religion thing at the age of 13. My mother was due to have a second marriage that year, and I was going through confirmation classes (Protestant). however, I'd not been baptized. so the thing we were going to do was have a private baptism and then I'd get confirmed. Tada.

Well.

My mom decided NOT to marry her fiance, whom I couldn't stand (but she stayed with him for another 2 years...what?) and SUDDENLY the church was all "oh NOOO. you have to be baptized in public."

Nope. No way Kimosabe. That was not the agreement.

Then they told me it didn't matter anyway, since I'd missed too many Sundays to be confirmed. I was baffled. I saw my grandmother ever other weekend, and yes, had missed several Sundays, but there was a kid (who's aunt was married to an elder, funny that, - btw she was my ex-boss's wife) who literally NEVER came to church, but he was getting confirmed.

Calling the elders and pastor out on this bullshit, I deemed church a hypocrisy and told them I didn't want to belong to something that treated its members this way.

Aaannnddd... I remain unbaptized.
synnoveaevael: (Lil Me)
Andrew's eldest sister had her son, Kain Nihkil. He's a cutie pie. This year's round of babies are done for our families! Huzzah!!

One of my mom's oldest childhood friends has been posting up a STORM lately. She's been posting pix from BACK IN THE DAY.

Underneath the cut will be massive amounts of old pix of my family and me. :D

Ahh. The 70s & 80s. The cameras weren't crappy, we really looked like that. )
synnoveaevael: (Lil Me)
Cool kids, never have the time.

Today is the last day of my 20s.

Tomorrow, I embark on the adventure that is my 30s.

I had a pretty good decade in my 20s. I hope the 30s is good too. I hope that 29 isn't some sort of jumping off point for that cause 29 was sorta off and retarded, but had some good points.

I've been all reflective and shit.

Anyrate. I have to pack for Pennsic. Almost done. So weird. One week. In one week I will be at landgrab. One week.

And tomorrow. I will be 30.

Pennsic's a good way to kick off my 30s. Dontchya think?

Shakedown 1979.
Cool kids never have the time.
On a live wire right up off the street,
You and I, should meet.

Junebug skipping like a stone.
With the headlights pointed at the dawn.
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all.

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues.
And we don't know just where our bones will rest.
To dust, I guess;
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below.

Double cross the vacant and the bored.
They're not sure just what we have in store.
Morphine city slipping dues down to see.

That we don't even care, as restless as we are.
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts.
And poured cement, lamented and assured.

To the lights and towns below.
Faster than the speed of sound.
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope.

Justine never knew the rules;
Hung down with the freaks and ghouls.
No apologies ever need be made; I know you better than you fake it.

To see, that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues.
And we don't know just where our bones will rest.
To dust, I guess;
Forgotten and absorbed to the earth below.

The street heats the urgency of now.
As you see, there's no one around.



I love this.

funny pictures of cats with captions
see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Mew.

Mar. 28th, 2009 06:02 pm
synnoveaevael: (Corpse Bride - Sad)
From my earlier entry, Mr. D's Obituary.

Brian Dombrowski, 50 of Cape Coral, FL and formerly of Wayne, NJ passed away on March 23, 2009.

He was born on October 19, 1958 in Passaic, New Jersey to Edward and Katherine (nee Pocsi) Dombrowski. He worked for the State of New Jersey as a Heavy Equipment Operator. His family was the most important part of his life. His enjoyments included fishing, walking on the beach, wood working, loved his tools, and he was always volunteering his time with Wayne Hills High School Band, Our Lady of Consolation and with the Special Populations of Cape Coral Parks Department. He was a communicant of St. Katharine Drexel Catholic Church where he was a member of the Knights of Columbus. Brian always enjoyed making people laugh.

He is survived by his loving family including his wife of 31 years, Edith Dombrowski; children, Jennifer (Brian) Mazur, Kelly (Scott) Caslander, Amy (Greg) Kaffka, Jessica Speer; grandchildren, Brian Paul Mazur Jr., Sean Michael Mazur, Emily Caslander, Madison Kaffka, and another special grandchild on the way; brothers, Bruce Edward Dombrowski, Kurt Myron (Elizabeth) Dombrowski, Mark Dean (Susan) Dombrowski; his mother and father in law, Evelyn and Wilbur Hall; nieces and nephews, Jason, Kristen, Cody, Jill, Dawn, Keith, Christopher, Kevin, Allison, Tyler, Talon, David, Kaden. He is preceded in death by his parents.

Visitation will be from 5:00 to 8:00 pm on Thursday at Coral Ridge Funeral Home, 1630 Pine Island Road, Cape Coral. A Mass of the Resurrection will be said at 1:00 p.m. at St. Katharine Drexel Catholic Church, Cape Coral.

The family suggests donations in his memory be made to the Freida Smith Special Populations Center c/o the City of Cape Coral Parks and Recreation, 400 Santa Barbara Blvd., Cape Coral, FL 33991. Arrangements are by Coral Ridge Funeral Home, Cape Coral.


I didn't realize that Mrs. D was related to another band family I adore. Nor did I realize that he & Mrs. D adopted Amy & Jessica when their father died. Amy was Jenn's best friend growing up. I guess it was natural. It tells you what kind of guy he was.

Such suck.

*sigh*

Mar. 24th, 2009 04:30 pm
synnoveaevael: (Corpse Bride - Sad)
Life is so weird.

Thanks to Facebook, I've been getting back in touch with some of my old friends from marching band.

One of those friends is Jenn. She's doing well. Two boys, husband, somewhere in Florida.

Just found out her father was declared braindead from a surgery complication. Shouldn't have happened, but it did.

Her mom & dad were THEE SHIT. Some of the best band parents ever. At every game, every competition, chaperoned everything. Taught us songs we shouldn't have learned (Ya piss me off, fuckin' jerk! get on mah nerves! heh.)

My mom couldn't (or wouldn't, whatever) cover the cost of my Florida band trip. I sold a FUCK TON of poinsettas and wreaths (our fundraiser) and managed to bring my cost down, but couldn't cover the $300 leftover for the trip.

Much like a lot of things in my life, i resigned to the fact that I just couldn't go.

My band director pulled me into his office, and asked how bad I wanted to go. I was like "I tried to sell as many as I could."

Turned out, I'd done well. Like, 3rd place kind of well. He said anyone with that kind of determination deserved to go. But it wasn't him making it possible. It was Mr. & Mrs. D. Their two girls were going to the band trip and why shouldn't I? I'd worked hard. I cried. A lot. I do that you know.

Today. Mr. D is dead. And the world is a sadder place for it.
synnoveaevael: (Lil Me)
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Nessie. I love dinosaurs. When I was about 4 or so, I decided I wanted to be an archeologist. I loved dinosaurs. And Nessie was in my favorite country (Scotland) and was purported to be a plesiosaur!! How cool is THAT.

Around the age of 7, my dreams of being an archeologist were dashed by logic. Where was I going to find grants? How would I be able to live comfortably? I much preferred the water over the desert, and most dino digs were in the desert.

And since then, I have not known what I wanted to be when I grew up.

I still really adore archeology though.

Oh.Em.Gee.

Jul. 15th, 2008 04:51 pm
synnoveaevael: (Penguins)
In Googling my name, I came across this little gem I'd long forgotten about.

DrunkFest MusicFest, at William Paterson University. Circa... Spring of 1999! Thank you Em!

There's a Skwrl & an Embly in there too ;-)

synnoveaevael: (Joey - Orly)
He's so frickin' cute.

Sunday Trish & I went to our old best friend's mom's place for her engagement ceremony. Leyla is Turkish and they have a tradition of doing this ceremony. It's pretty cool.



Asude, Leyla's older sister is on the left, Beau, Leyla, Leyla's uncle, and Jade (Sue's daughter) held the plate and ribbons with the rings.

So, Leyla's uncle said some kind words, which are in Turkish, Sue painfully tries to translate but was focusing too much on what was being said instead of translating. FAIL. Heh. Then he puts the rings on their fingers (the groom has to wear his wedding band on his right hand until the day of the wedding, which is apparently an issue for Beau cause his right ring finger is like, 2 sizes bigger than his left) and they are tied together with a red ribbon. To recognize the union, the family representative then cuts the ribbon. They have to wear the rings on their fingers all day with the ribbons on them.

That was entertaining when Beau went to BBQ.

OH THE EPIC FAIL WITH THAT! The hot dogs said ALL BEEF. First ingredient? PORK! Yeah. That was fun. We threw out a million hot dogs. And then squirrels got to the buns. Heh.

Leyla's brother Timur didn't recognize me at first. The shitter. Then he spent the entire rest of the day calling Trish & I "gorgeous". He had a huge crush on her for like, a million years.

Joey being evil.



Leyla & Beau



Some of the ceremony.



Joey unhappily sharing.



Leyla with... uh. *squints* I think that's Mehmet and Ezgeh. I can't tell.



Then afterwards, we went back to Heidi's house, cause Joey needed a nap like WHOA. Once he had a 20 minute car nap, he was FINE. Playing hide and go seek with me.



Cake. I don't have the video uploaded where we were trying to blow it out though. Yay trick candles. The cake was for Me, Salvatore (7/23), Heidi (7/26), and Jason (8/13).



10 years.

May. 21st, 2008 04:18 pm
synnoveaevael: (Can't Brain)
10 years ago, it was 1998. Take this survey, post the results, and see how many things have changed since then.

1) How old were you?
THEN: 18
NOW : 28

2) Where did you go to school?
THEN: William Paterson University.
NOW : The School of Hard Knocks.

3) Where did you work?
THEN: ShopReich.
NOW : Das Law Firm.

4) Where did you live?
THEN: Wayne, NJ
NOW : skIrvington, NJ

5) How was your hairstyle?
THEN: shoulder length, reddish, wavy.
NOW : middle of the back, brown (NATURAL!!!) and wavy

6) Did you wear braces?
THEN: no
NOW : no

7) Did you wear contacts?
THEN: yes
NOW : yes

8) Did you wear glasses?
THEN: yes
NOW : yes

9) Who was your best friend?
THEN: Amy, Kellie, Anson
NOW : Janete, Tia, Jim, etc etc etc

10) Which of your pets were still alive?
THEN: Lexington, Juliet & Madison
NOW : Maddie & Juliet *tear*

11) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?
THEN: I didn't have one till 21.
NOW : That guy I'm going to marry.

12) Who was your celebrity crush?
THEN: Who knows.
NOW : I don't know.

13) Who was your regular-person crush?
THEN: Pfft. Prolly Anson.
NOW : That guy I'm going to marry.

14) How many piercings did you have?
THEN: 6
NOW : 6

15) How many tattoos did you have?
THEN: 2
NOW : Like, 2. I've been tattooed way more than I have tattoos. I'm always adding to the one on my leg. Heh.

16) What was your favorite band/singer?
THEN: Fuck if I know. Prolly White Zombie.
NOW : Pick a Maynard creation.

17) Had you smoked cigarettes?
THEN: no
NOW : no

18) Had you gotten drunk?
THEN: yes
NOW : yes, duh.

19) Had you DRIVEN?
THEN: yes
NOW : yes

20) If so which car?
THEN: 1985 Cherry Red Camaro that I promptly killed.
NOW : 2000 Nissan Altima

21) Looking back, are you where you thought you would be in 2008?
HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

Man.

May. 14th, 2008 08:54 pm
synnoveaevael: (Lil Me)
I tripped BALLS down memory lane today.

*sigh*

And the carnival!!

*sigh*

Childhood is almost unrecognizable and will be come the summer.

Wow.

Apr. 28th, 2008 11:54 am
synnoveaevael: (Labyrinth - Sup Bitches)
So I was trolling MySpace and Facebook last night cause I have nothing better to do with my life, and my friend Judy posted this picture from high school. I think it was the yearbook signing or something.

Heather, me, Judy & Francesca.



If you look, you could see that I've always worn a lot of rings ;)

Hm.

Jan. 18th, 2008 03:52 pm
synnoveaevael: (Jurrasic Park - PotC ride)
I had something to say. But I'll be damned if I remember what it was.

Oh well.

Last night I got my vein tapped. I'm getting my thyroid levels checked, my sugar levels checked, and to see if I have the antibodies for the chicken pox. Since I've never gotten them, but have been exposed.

Who knows. I never complained much as a child, so I may have had a mild case and no one knew.

Funnie story proving that. My grandmother (mom's mom) would take us grandbabies to the condo down in Wildwood, NJ every summer.

Sometimes we went randomly during the colder times, spring, fall, hell, we went in February once (FWIW, don't ever go to Wildwood in February. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO. The fucking McDonald's wasn't even open. Most boring island EVAAAAAAAAR in the winter.)

So, once. It was coldish. But warm enough to wear flipflops and rock up and down the boardwalk like ya do.

One of the times we sat down (my grandmother was a large woman and would take frequent sitting breaks), I took off my flip flops and started poking at the bottom of my foot.

Grandma went "Nicole Marie. What *ARE* you doing?" and I said "I got a blister." and I showed her.

My "blister" was the entire size of my foot. There were several of them. Some were oozing, some were not, some were on top of other blisters.

She *FUHREAKED* out. We were in front of a dollar store, so she sent Jason to get me a pair of sandals to hold me over, and made sure they weren't the toe thong kind.

I put them on, and stood up (both feet were like that) and I can still remember to this day how cold and comforting and non-rubbing they were.

Instantaneously I felt SO much better.

My grandmother would tell that story for years to anyone who'd listen.

She told me that day, to always take care of my feet. Try and take care of any blisters I got right away, and to be good to my feet and they'd be good to me.

It's weird the things we remember.

But. I do. I take care of my feet with that in the back of my head. I don't torture them with shoes that don't make them happy, I wear blister pads to prevent blisters, and I support Dr. Scholls during faire season.

Grandmas are smart, yo.

In other news, since that was quite random, this is the most pathetic thing I've seen in quite some time.

It's 4pm. I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

I need to get an oil change. I've NEEDED to get one for too long now. Maybe I'll do that after work. I was going to go to the gym, but I feel like ass. I've been clearing my throat all afternoon. Zicam to the rescue. And I have that period thing about to happen.

SQUISH EMAILED ME! I love him. It's the little things.

I think the oil change is very important. NOT to mention my car is covered in gross. It needs a bath. I wonder if they change brake lights at that place. Hm.

Randomrandom.

Okies.

Oct. 4th, 2007 07:51 pm
synnoveaevael: (Baby me)
So I have all these pix of my grandparents from when they were my age.

Pretty neat, eh?

Same "taking picture of a picture" stuff.

Pix!! )

Well.

Oct. 4th, 2007 07:43 pm
synnoveaevael: (Lil Me)
I have all these pictures I can't put online cause I don't have a scanner.

But I was like, DUH! I have a great lil' camera!

So, I just took pictures of my pictures.

These are just a couple of my childhood.

Cheesie? Sure. :D )

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