Faerie Girl: Let me eat [cup]cake.
Faerie Girl: Urban Playground.
Faerie Girl: [wasteyface and winterpills]
Faerie Girl: [biding our time]
Faerie Girl: All fluff, no substance.
Faerie Girl: [light through yonder window]
Faerie Girl: Bedhead.
Faerie Girl: [play it again, Sam]
Faerie Girl: The inevitable passing of fancy.
Nick, Programmerman: Day 320 (686) - It's scarf weather again
Faerie Girl: I am the key to the lock in your house...
Faerie Girl: Bohemian like you.
Faerie Girl: [i am an island.]
Faerie Girl: [street scene.]
Nick, Programmerman: Day 278 (644) - Insecticide
Nick, Programmerman: Day 243 (609) - Ahhh....
Nick, Programmerman: Day 236 (602) - More tilting
Nick, Programmerman: Day 229 (595) - It's raining again
Nick, Programmerman: Day 222 (588) - The Midnight Rider
Nick, Programmerman: Day 194 (560) - Lazy Friday
Nick, Programmerman: Day 187 (553) - Jumping into action
Faerie Girl: And she was.
Nick, Programmerman: Day 166 (532) - Getting ready to tackle the day
Nick, Programmerman: Day 159 (525) - Waiting in a Room
Faerie Girl: The dangers of thinking too much.
Nick, Programmerman: Day 138 (504) - So Very Tired
Nick, Programmerman: Day 131 (497) - Colluding
Nick, Programmerman: Day 110 (476) - All dressed up with nowhere to go
Nick, Programmerman: Day 103 (469) - Tasting