Bat chiffon! Bat chiffon!
The only reason I'm waffling about that is because I wore it to the giant gothy wedding last weekend. (Bonus picture: Pete!)
I wish I loved as much of my clothes as Jilli does of hers. But I'm simply too lazy.
Yeah, but you go to krav and stuff, which seems impossible from my view. Clothes are just my hobby. My giant, all-consuming hobby that I need more rooms for.
I am sleepy and don't feel like going out. But yet I must. Maybe some Excederin and a cocktail will help.
Pete!
Adorable as always. And just look how swank - is he still claiming to be, you know, notagoth?
The silver dress? To the work commitment ceremony? Like fucking gangbusters.
Still want pictures, dammit.
And just look how swank - is he still claiming to be, you know, notagoth?
Hee! Yes, yes he is.
Bonus picture: Pete!
I wish I were thin enough to pull off that look. Because that's hot in an I'm-not-gay way.
I wish I were thin enough to pull off that look. Because that's hot in an I'm-not-gay way.
Remember, the crazy British man I'm married to claims that he is not good-looking. Which is why I call him crazy.
Adorable as always. And just look how swank - is he still claiming to be, you know, notagoth?
Don't make me get the wifflebat.
I wish I were thin enough to pull off that look. Because that's hot in an I'm-not-gay way.
Er...
Which is why I call him crazy.
You call me crazy for a whole bunch of reasons.
Don't make me get the wifflebat.
We have a wifflebat?! Where? You've been hiding it from me, haven't you? That and the knives ...
You call me crazy for a whole bunch of reasons.
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