Betsy, imagine me feeling guilty about ditching my PT.
Flummoxed?
Well, I do, a little. But only a really impractical tiny little bit.
Sweet lumpy minion, you're the only one that understands. Probably 'cause I haven't sucked the brain out of you yet.
Glory ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
§ ita § - Jan 20, 2006 1:11:11 pm PST #5509 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
vw bug - Jan 20, 2006 1:20:56 pm PST #5510 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
sj - Jan 20, 2006 1:38:33 pm PST #5511 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I'm so disappointed.
Damn. I wanted to see it again.
vw bug - Jan 20, 2006 1:49:20 pm PST #5512 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
It's not the show, sj. It's a lecture on the book and show.
Steph L. - Jan 20, 2006 1:49:26 pm PST #5513 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
A sick part of me likes these: [link]
That site has all-red cowboy boots!!!!
Do you know for how long I've wanted red cowboy boots?????
A long time. I know what I'm buying soon....
Atropa - Jan 20, 2006 1:58:09 pm PST #5514 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
meep.
Um, I have interviews with two different companies next week. This has never happened before.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 20, 2006 1:59:47 pm PST #5515 of 10001
What is even happening?
Oh! Jilli~ma to those companies.
Atropa - Jan 20, 2006 2:04:21 pm PST #5516 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
If both of them make me offers, I honestly don't know what I will do. Besides laugh a trifle hysterically, that is.
vw bug - Jan 20, 2006 2:04:41 pm PST #5517 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Go Jilli!
JZ - Jan 20, 2006 2:23:21 pm PST #5518 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
If both of them make me offers, I honestly don't know what I will do. Besides laugh a trifle hysterically, that is.
Slather their prettiest HR reps with melted chocolate, sprinkle them with candied violet petals, and tell them to duke it out while you sit in one of those tennis-ref elevated chairs with a little parasol. Then laugh a trifle hysterically.
My usually comfiest bra has developed an aggressively bloodthirsty underwire. This takes me down to two bras that aren't crap and one that's kind of okay if I squint and don't breathe too deep. Curses.