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boo to women not appreciating the breat and wonderful billytea!
and lilly, drop ded cute
'Serenity'
[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.
yay to umfriends!
boo to women not appreciating the breat and wonderful billytea!
and lilly, drop ded cute
My hair is now so Lisa Miller, I may take to calling Paul "Dave" or something. The hairdresser was working off a completely NON Lisa Miller picture, and the vague alterations to the style I indicated were in order left me with, well, Lisa hair.
My hair is now so Lisa Miller, I may take to calling Paul "Dave" or something. The hairdresser was working off a completely NON Lisa Miller picture, and the vague alterations to the style I indicated were in order left me with, well, Lisa hair.
Pictures! I demand pictures! Make your husband shoot you! Dave! Shoot her!
(Flashing on "cute" "striking" handsome" conversation.)
Hec, sweetie, you have issues. But then, many of us subscribe.
My weekend plans are up in the air now. I think I just bribed someone into letting me stay with them on the grounds that I am cute and amusing. I'm cute and amusing, right?
You are, Cass.
I keep trying to tuck my hair behind my ear, then realizing there is no hair there to tuck.
Huzzah for umfriends!
Palmeiro hit number 3000. I'm totally impressed with the fans in Seattle. That was a very classy response.
So jealous of Susan, her DH and Annabel right now.
Fay didn't get a chance to hook up with my sister Jeannie when she was in Cairo, and my sister came back married.
Cause and effect? I dunno. You be the judge.
Okay, Sin City? Frank Miller has got ISSUES, baby. And here's the weird thing -- while I found the graphic novels to be utterly disturbing in their level of violence, seeing those same scenes in live-action just took them right over the top into utter, utter absurdity. I ended up snickering/giggling/donkey laughing through most of it.
Oh, the boy, you ask? Was it a date? I'm not sure. Maybe. The theater we went to has Hitchhiker's Guide playing right now, and when I saw the sign for it, I commented that I hadn't seen it, but wanted to.
So later, when I took Boy home (I drove, being a totally liberated control freak), and as he was getting out of the car and saying goodnight, he asked, "So do you want to see Hitchhiker's Guide, maybe next week?"
So -- I'ma just call tonight a maybe-date for now. No kiss, which is not that big of a deal but still weird, for reasons I'm not going to elaborate on right now (and sorry -- I know that's unfair, to make a vague statement like that, but for now, embrace the vagueness). No kiss, but plans to go out again -- so....maybe-date. Huh.
Hee.