Buffy ,'Sleeper'
[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.
Not strictly about you Jilli, but I finally got my Gothic Charm School swag yesterday, including a coffee mug, which I brough to work today, and I have already gotten 2 compliments on it.
Yay! I'm glad you brought the mug to work with you.
I may be feeling a bit schmoopy today, but there you have it.
Schmoopy is good. Never apologize for being schmoopy about anything.
My undies: plain white cotton on both ends.
My sammich: chunky peanut butter on multi-grain bread with a layer of Lindt Excellence 85% cocoa Chocolate.
That makes up for the undies.
Well, unless I'm running around the house in bloomers and a baby-tee
But...but...then there's *bloomers*! swoons
Schmoopy is good. Never apologize for being schmoopy about anything.
Except maybe my brothers. Schmoop over my brothers might warrant an apology. And possibly an exorcism.
Today, Karl? Uh huh. Someday, want to "counterprogram" one of those God Squad dealies, and read Blake, and Whitman, and Colette...Karl Marx, whatever, for as long as they read the Bible. Just because I'm a pain in the ass, and because I might get to say "nipple" in public.
Just because I'm a pain in the ass, and because I might get to say "nipple" in public.
Good news! That's now the primary job requirement to deliver the keynote address at the White House Correspondents Association dinner!
I'm on the phone with my little brother. He's stressing because he just turned 25! 25!!!!!!!!!! Silly young un'!
No bra yet for me today. I should change that soon. Instead I am looking at bras and panties online. My older bras don't fit me thanks to some weight gain. I was measured before my job at VS ended, and I bought a couple of bras at the size they measured me at before I left. They seem to fit well except the underwire hurts under my armpits, which never happened to me before.
He's stressing because he just turned 25! 25!!!!!!!!!! Silly young un'!
I remember being exceptionally freaked out at the age of 27 because it never occurred to me that I would live that long - that would be remnants of my teenage rebellion-by-suicide phase. Or perhaps a martyr complex which was particularly literal, as fed by the Jim Eliot mythos. But not Methos. Mmmm, Methos Either way, it was freaky to be that old, not because it was particularly old, but because it was so unexpected.
My underwear is teminally boring. And my little sister just turned 50.