WTFOMG!
Owww, and also ewwww.
'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.
WTFOMG!
Owww, and also ewwww.
Owww, and also ewwww.
I mean, unless I can tug on those and really get the effect of a real corset, WHY WHY WHY???
WTFOMG!
Rocks self and mumbles, "Do not click strange links while eating..."
What happens if you unlace her, I wonder? Removable organs?
But she did in her newborn pictures.
And here is why I'm not a proofreader.
I'm glad Betsy explained the ship stuff, 'cuz for someone who's read all 20 of the Aubrey/Maturin books, I'm still awfully fuzzy on naval tactics.
They called them Ships of the Line because that aspect of naval battle strategy was so deeply and thoroughly entrenched.
Sorry for the super suckitude week, Cashmere. Spring should bring good things. Like, DST and A's wins.
When I used to spend time on baby naming boards, there were always teenagers who enjoyed fantasizing about the children they were going to have one day and the very elaborate names they were going to give them. Often this would turn into pretending to be pregnant, and then announcing the names and births of the children, who were usually twins or triplets, complete with posted photos of "their" babies in matching outfits. It was pretty obvious that this was fantasy rather than reality, because inevitably the girls would reveal their ignorance of pregnancy, birth, and life with newborns.
This is pretty fucked up. I'm glad I never ventured to those boards.
Ok, so my week, not so nice, but nobody died. Yet. All my kvetching, I'm waiting for the Fickle Finger of Fate to poke me, though.
erika, I'd offer to break the knuckles on that Fickle Finger.
Where's the best place to find food coloring for cake decorating? I looked in the grocery and couldn't find it.
Punctuation, Cash.
Freaky piercings are ew. As are freaky teenage chicks pretending to be pregnant.
Ok, so my week, not so nice, but nobody died. Yet. All my kvetching, I'm waiting for the Fickle Finger of Fate to poke me, though.
I'm rooting for the good kind of poke for you erika.
Ok, because apparently the God I'm not sure I believe in is vengeful, anyway. I hate it when that happens. Edited quite a few pages...it's a drag that I spend as much time taking out words as putting them in in the first place.ETA: Aw, Sean. How nice. And disgusting. Thanks very much.