ah! I think it's S.
Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
lori - Dec 04, 2005 8:47:34 pm PST #9313 of 10006
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2005 8:49:33 pm PST #9314 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I tried most of the permutations. No dice. It may have expired.
Now to look and decide how much I really want it. My January-body prohibition doesn't count if I don't try it on first, right?
lori - Dec 04, 2005 8:52:04 pm PST #9315 of 10006
Ah well, cut it too close to the deadline. Good luck deciding, as I am off to bed.
Lee - Dec 04, 2005 8:55:54 pm PST #9316 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I can't see the coat.
(It just comes up blank on IE, and the Gap doesn't support Safari)
Sad now.
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2005 8:58:52 pm PST #9317 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It's a princess seamed velvet blazer. I ordered it in black.
Lee - Dec 04, 2005 9:02:07 pm PST #9318 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Sounds nice.
I wonder why the Gap hates me.
DavidS - Dec 04, 2005 9:02:56 pm PST #9319 of 10006
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I wonder why the Gap hates me.
Tep told me it was because you suck. But I don't know if she's a reliable source on this.
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2005 9:03:37 pm PST #9320 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I surf primarily in Opera, but I do keep Firefox around for those crappy mean sites.
Lee - Dec 04, 2005 9:05:17 pm PST #9321 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Tep needs to EAT IT. So does Hec.
I guess I should download Firefox, too.
Lee - Dec 04, 2005 9:13:55 pm PST #9322 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think the internets hate me, since now I can't get into Google either.