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[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.
I e-mailed my old boss to give her an update about the interview. This was her response:
Glad to hear it went well. You are so good with people that I'm confident you left a good impression. I will keep my fingers crossed!
I'm good with people! Who knew?
Someone explain to me where this sudden craving for a shimmery antique gold eyeshadow or creamy liner came from?
Where it came from? I suspect under the couch.
(What? You asked!)
t /smart-ass
I did!!
Thanks, Cash. Goof.
Oooh ChiKat! THank you!
Askye, good idear.
Aimee, pppfffffttttbbbbb. Don't tell me you weren't thinking of it.
Owen was dancing to "Itty Bitty Bug Song" on Maisy. I'm turning him into a complete tv addict.
Aimee, pppfffffttttbbbbb. Don't tell me you weren't thinking of it.
Just a little.
Is my Emily still around?
Where it came from? I suspect under the couch.
(What? You asked!)
So if I look under the couch, will I find a container of shimmery antique gold eyeshadow? Or does the Craving Monster live under there, bereft of shiny things?
Someone explain to me where this sudden craving for a shimmery antique gold eyeshadow or creamy liner came from? I've never worn that color in my life, but now I want it. I sense browsing in the cosmetics aisle in my future.
I think Stila has one in the Smudge Pots. Might be Sephora exclusive.
Or, umm, I could check my stock and see what I've got around. Not that I'd have a bunch of antique gold makeup, no, not me...
I'm good with people! Who knew?
t raises hand