'Underneath'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Persistence of glitter.
You've got to love it. Or not -- Kat used Lush products when teaching her class about infection and the spreading thereof.
But there's this moment, when you see that fleck of glimmer on someone's face, and know it was you that put it there.
The glitter in my tea was kinda wrong, though.
Also, if you have a sweetie, the sweetie will glitter, very likely in embarrassing places.
The shower of glitter when I take off my nightgown in the morning is either magical or weird; haven't decided.
How resourceful of Kat!
Cool, Deena. I'm glad you can get your own copy. All this Lush talk, I feel all glittery by proxy.
if you have a sweetie, the sweetie will glitter, very likely in embarrassing places.
And if you have a groundfighting partner, his wife might ask strange questions.
I love the shower of glitter when I start jumping jacks, and then there are the rivulets of glitter, and how they get on your gear, and your partner's gear, and then you're faced with a student you've not been near yet, and they're glittering too.
Do they have any products with silver glitter? I only use the jasmine thingie with blue and gold, but I'm much more of a silver sort of girl.
There was a silver glitterbug, I think.
Argh.
My machine got a call today while I was at work. Robert Half, Inc needed a Mac tech support guy.
I'll try and call them back tomorrow morning and explain I am at a temporary job and that I might be interested, as the temp job was supposed to only be 3-4 weeks, but was swapped to a 6-8 week.
I doubt it will still be open, though. Sigh.
Not only is new job boring (I got 12 calls in 8 hours), they have removed windows games, internet access, and printing from the NT4.0 they are running on Pentium II machines with 64 MB of RAM.
I will endure new job, as it may pick up, but I regret missing the call.
Kristin has a new old tag.
I am zonked.
Also, I finally saw the new Alias.
The hell?
ita, I'd be glad to make you some bombs with just silver glitter, if you like. e-mail me.
It's time for me to go to sleep. Love you all.
Night!
There's no need to grovel, Deena, although it's fun to be begged. Just sent me an e-mail so I remember.
Daniel--if you get the better job, quit the temp job. It's a temp job. They wouldn't hesitate to fuck you over if they suddenly didn't need you.
Or maybe I'm just in a bad mood because there is something seriously fucked up about the new glasses I just picked up, and it's not something hugely obvious like "everything I look at is blurry". It's just when I look at things not straight-on...