All the Bitches are slleeeeeeeeping.
Except me!!
I shall run through the thread and festoon it with glitter!
HAH!
And if you're not careful, I might draw things on your faces in lipstick while you sleep. And take pictures.
Shhhhhh!!
OK, I'ma go to bed now. If it were summer, I'd be all "Ooh, watch teh sun rise". But it's cold, and the sun won't rise for a WHILE yet, even though it's almost 6AM. Stupid sun. (EDTI: I just looked. The sun doesn't rise until 7:22 AM. BOOOOOO)
All the Bitches are slleeeeeeeeping.
Well. Almost all.
Busy weekend. Odd but interesting work stuff. It's all here!
I'm not sleeping. I'm applying for jobs. Now I'm applying for jobs while coated in virtual glitter. Huh.
I'm not sleeping. I'm applying for jobs. Now I'm applying for jobs while coated in virtual glitter. Huh.
As opposed to Gary Glitter. Which would just be wrong.
Glitter! WoooHooo!
A glitter-festooned birthday, how cool is that?
Today I need to clean my house and host a brunch for a friend, but for some reason I had to come straight up here and investigate why I saw an ad for Good Vibrations in a Boston weekly on the SAME STREET in Brookline as beloved local sex store Grand Opening. Turns out Grand Opening is closing its physical store and doing online sales and toy parties and classes (I hope) and Good VIbrations is expanding the store and moving in. Which... I guess is good... GV is a good company and probably has more muscle and overhead to weather lean times, or get more publicity in this Puritan town... but I'm sad about Grand Opening.
OK back to cleaning.
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WINDSPARROW, and {{Cass}} and get well soon to the Miracleborns
{{{Cass}}}
Happy Birthday, WindSparrow!
Poor Miracleborns!
I'm moving slowly this morning. I need to finish my cleaning to surprise Emily. Bathroom and kitchen are done. Now to attack the living room.
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Wind Sparrow!
Happy Birthday Windsparrow!
May it be a lovely day, and year.