Giles ,'Beneath You'
[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.
BUY THAT SKIRT. I COMMAND YOU.
But the pink and the blue together confuse me. However, we all know about my issues with multiple colors on one item of clothing. (Blue? Pink? Together? Whyyyyy?)
The dress that Aimée just linked, to is very nice, though.
LOVE that last dress. The swing one.
Well, Jilli, the mommy pink and the daddy blue love each other *very much*, and if you don't put them together, you never get purple.
Well, Jilli, the mommy pink and the daddy blue love each other *very much*, and if you don't put them together, you never get purple.
Well, okay, if you put it that way. (But turquoise with pink? I Just Don't Know.)
oh, and Aimée? The black Stop Staring dress that I linked to last week? Is every bit as cute as we thought it was. Mind you, I took the bow off of the front waistband, and I took the skirt up by 6" because I'm not aiming for an era-specific look, but the dress is great. Very flattering, very comfy.
I am IN LOVE with the Stop Staring line. Some of it is a bit too straight for *my* issues, but I love love love the dresses. I wish they were sized a bit larger, though. You and I have the same measurements, it seems, what size was the black dress you bought? [link] This is my current favorite. With fishnets and cut high heeled mary janes? To. Die. For.
You and I have the same measurements, it seems, what size was the black dress you bought?
1X, and if fits like it was made for me, with a skirt full enough for petticoats.
Pretty Boy refuses to wear a collar and is being a pissy little girl about the whole stupid servitude game. Whatev.
But a different co-worker just told me I remind him of Morticia Addams today. Right on!
Loving the Stop Staring line. I'll have to look more at the styles when I get home. The dresses I've seen so far are gorgeous!
Oh, great. Now I'm picturing wearing a collar for Nicole.
And I don't have a bunk at work, dammit.
Some co-workers don't know when they've got it good, is all I can say.
Pretty Boy refuses to wear a collar and is being a pissy little girl about the whole stupid servitude game. Whatev.
He probably pictured you in a collar and is suffering from terrible disappointment because he won't get to see it. I think you should accidentially have one in your desk drawer for him to accidentially see when he walks by. Make the Pretty Boy cry!
Today I asked for a volunteer to announce something at a faculty meeting because I will be on vacation that particular day and not one person could bring themselves to say, "I'll do it." Wankers. They suggested I ask the one person who didn't make today's meeting.
Karl, I would faint dead away from Too Much Hotness if I were so lucky as to get you into a collar. So very looking forward to seeing you again in SF in May.
Pretty Boy shall from this day forward be known as Pissy Boy. Or perhaps Pissy Girl. Not sure yet. Either way I'd like him to leave my office now and stop chatting with my office mate because even the sound of his voice is ticking me off.