'Dirty Girls'
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.
shrift, I've found that I always get to a place where I want to read the things I never wanted to read again.
Perhaps one day I will. I mean, I'm entertained that I have an application for an ATM card I filled out in Portuguese sitting on my lap right now, but do I really want to keep it in perpetuity? I think it's better for me if I don't.
Plus, we want to read it.
Ha ha ha! Oh, hell no.
Was someone asking about long gloves? or was that some other thread?
It should roar whenever you lift the lid. Alternatively, have a wee flamethrowing episode when you flush.
Maybe the idea is that dragons squat on gold hordes thus putting that on your "throne" turns shit into gold? Would be hell on the plumbing.
"Today’s Gothicists decorate the “littlest room” with wings, scales, and talons!"??
I just want to know who are calling themselves "Gothicists", because I need to stage an intervention.
I want to know who calls the bathroom the "littlest room."
I just want to know who are calling themselves "Gothicists", because I need to stage an intervention.
The word "Gothicists" is cracking. me. up. Hee!! I'm a Gothicist!
If someone who studies physics is a physicist, does that mean a gothicist is one who studies goths?
Endearments: I use them a lot. I try not to at work, but I call just about everyone I know "sweetie", "pumpkin", "darling", "my dove", or other random terms of endearment at one point or another.
The previous Queen Elizabeth at JZ's Ren Faire used to greet all the children with a very cheery, "Hello, poppets!" which was charming.
I encourage Jilli to add "poppet" to her repetoire of endearments, particularly as an affectionate diminuative.
I think the use of "littlest room" is a misremembering of a famous wisecrack by an author to a critic.
"I sit in the smallest room in the house. Your review is before me, but will soon be behind me."
Okay, this is ridiculous. I have so little work to do today. Really, so very little. Two hours' worth at most, with possibly another hour coming in near the end of the day or tomorrow morning, and nothing else to occupy myself until quitting time on Friday. And yet, I am completely unable to buckle down and make myself finish it. I could go away for two hours, finish up, and come back here and slack for the rest of the day entirely guilt-free, but instead I'm on a steady rotation of 5 minutes of work, 55 minutes of slacking, and a continuous infusion of work-slacky guilt.
Quick, someone, give me a Stern Glare or a Dire Threat, please!