Ok, I'm almost packed and ready to head up to Canberra for my sister's wedding. Which is just as well, because I realised when I woke up this morning, I left my good shoes and only suit at work. Detour city, here we come.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
It was indeed Ple.
Have fun in Canberra, bt!
ID the Buffista!
When I was a little girl I wanted to be Indiana Jones. In a tiara. And have a secret life as a queen.
Now I realize that when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gay archaeologist.
Fay.
The tiara suggests Aimee.
Fay.
Fay is, as Teppy noted, more rambly. She tends to build up a head of steam. ita is the anti-Fay in her quippage. She's drier than the metaphorical martini of JZ's post.
The tiara suggests Aimee.
I thought that too! But no.
I just wanted to be the Queen part.
And *DO* the archaelogist.
Erin.
t edit To be fair, again, I recognized the quote. I have a weird memory. I couldn't tell you what I wore to work yesterday, but I can identify Buffista quotes b/c I have the fuckers memorized.
Point to Teppy!
ID the Buffista:
Y'know, it's really ok. I mean, it hurts, because otherwise I'd feel pretty silly calling it pain. I might call it 'whiffle-bat' or something, and then where would we be? "Oh, woe is me. Share my experience. Feel my whiffle-bat."
Oh come on now! That's an obvious one.
I'm no good at this game, sorry. It's fun! But I'm not good at it.