'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
Did you keep all your notes and go back and write next to each on "Play-do"?
Just trying to gauge your level of obsessiveness.
Because I need to know.
I didn't keep my notes at all. So I guess I'm not that obsessive.
But really, it's easy to remember -- they ALL turned to Play-Doh.
I bought the blouse. This had better not contribute (further) to me needing therapy.
I bought the blouse.
Woo hoo! Cleavage!
What color, ita?
I am still contemplating the purchase myself.
The one that Jane Espenson says "I don't know what was up with that skirt" about in the commentary?
That's the one. (white skirt)
::Downgrades Teppy obssessiveness alert to Mauve::
I liked the Envy Green, but I really don't need to be buying shit right now.
Woo hoo! Cleavage!
Easy to say from over there. I'll cheerily wear the tightest tops legal and not feel overly self-conscious, but they're all mock turtlenecks, just about. It's work to lower that neckline.
But I'm not above work.
I went with red.
Speaking of red, these sure are saucy.
I'd forgotten how much I'd wanted these: [link]
Suddenly, the blouse is easier to justify, since I can't afford the shoes.
My mind is a weird place.
I am a boring shoe person. I wear sensible, comfy shoes with minimal to no heels. I can appreciate a snazzy shoe, but they normally don't do much for me. All this is so that you understand that when I say wowza about the shoes today, I mean wowza!
The boots are nice too, but the tango shoes and the danskos. Yummy.