Oh, forgot to mention, I had a very Bitches dream last night. I was in a big loft apartment I was staying in for a wedding and my roommate was James Marsters (interestingly, he was wearing a shirt and pants of my BF). A little kissing was had, but then he left and the dream turned into a long hunt for clothes to wear to the event, with much trying on and wandering around and losing shoes. The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly. I was sad to wake up and find A) that none of the cool clothes actually exist, and B) that my subconscious had JM leave before I could get a little action.
Buffy ,'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
A) that none of the cool clothes actually exist, and B) that my subconscious had JM leave before I could get a little action.
Clearly JM took the clothes with him when he left.
hyperventilates, just a little
I just sent off my resume for the open technical editor position on my old team. I am now having an attack of the omg omg what am i doing i'm not a real editor and they'll know that by looking at my resume omg omg omg fears.
flail, flail, flail
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc.
Clearly, the woman does not have cats.
Actually, I would love to do this if I had the right kind of space for it.
Jilli, according to your resume, you are a real editor.
Also, they've worked with you. If they thought you weren't a real editor, you'd know.
This: [link] is a lot like your new plant.
(and I'm sorry that I'm being all me me me me! today, because I *have* been reading everyone's posts and want to comment on them. But I'm having One Of Those Days, and now want to hide under my desk.)
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly.
I want to go live in Robin's dream, even without the JM.
Like going barefeeted, only you look like the dork.
Hee.
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly.
You just described my dream plan for storing my wardrobe.