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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.
No. Here’s the story, though. My first name is Elizabeth. In my freshman year of college one of my suitemates started calling me Elizabethan (as in the era). Somewhere along way they dropped the “Eliza” part and started calling me Beathen. (Pronunciation is Bee-then (with a hard “th” sound))
Cute! You're still a heathen, though! (This was something about peanut butter, right?)
65 is perfect, if it's sunny.
Susan is a speaker of truth.
Girl-parts-ma, and chill-ma, Calli
that happens to me when my thyroid levels are all messed up
I'm hoping it'll be something like this. My mom has thyroid problems, so it wouldn't be out of the blue for me to get 'em. Or there's that whole stress thing. Maybe the doctor will prescribe a week at a spa. Mmmm.
Someone's tiara, with sparkly little extras, will be going in the mail today!
Yay! I'm not in the tiara exchange thingy, but I love hearing about people getting them.
(Pronunciation is Bee-then (with a hard “th” sound)I've been saying it wrong. Must reset tongue.
I adore the kitty protection. Puppycat has realized that she has found tru wuv with the laptop.
Yay! PT has an opening at 10:45.I so need to finish my coffee. I read this wrong. I am a shameful shameful race slut.
I have to go shopping for a black demi lightly-lined spaghetti strap braIf you find a good brand, posting would not be amiss.
Gronk.
I've been saying it wrong. Must reset tongue.
I can help you with that. If you know what I mean.
Bra~ma for juliana and girly-bits~ma for Calli.
I'm a tiara slacker. I've got my tiaraee's tiara, but it's been sitting on my desk waiting for me to get a better box to mail it out in. It came in a Pokemon card box; somehow, that doesn't inspire good judgement in choice of tiaras, ya know?
I'm a tiara slacker as well,but it will be coming soon I promise.
You're still a heathen, though! (This was something about peanut butter, right?)
Yup.
Or there's that whole stress thing.
There is that. Stress sucks.
Maybe the doctor will prescribe a week at a spa.
But that would totally rawk.
Y'all are so good to let me know where you are in the tiara supplying process without me poking you.
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Girly~bits~ma for Calli.
If you find a good brand, posting would not be amiss.
Well, the Bra Of Doom is an Olga. Super-comfy, stretchy, and it lasted me 2 years with heavy wearing. Problem is, I'm just over a B cup and just under a C cup in that style. Also, the C cups have thicker straps than the B cups. Bastiges.
I think I'm just going to give up and order my old size and accept that while it doesn't fit perfectly, it fits and looks the best out of any of the ones I can afford.
After I made the above sartorial revelation, prompted by trying on 20 different bras (hint: Betsey Johnson runs small in bras as in everythng else), I wandered through the Glamorama Oh-5 shop. I was impressed that a huge department store could make a portion of their floor look like a thrift store. Seriously, that's what it looks like right now. They must have gotten the merchandising team from Urban Outfitters to come in, or something. It also reminded me that I really miss dressing like a rockstar, gave me hope that I might find something decent in the discount stores soon, and reminded me to get my ass out to used clothing stores more often, because there ain't no way I'm paying $400 for a pre-distressed slip dress, or $35 for cheap silver earrings. Although the vinyl cuffs are kind of cool.