Kristin, we can have a tiara try-on after our bra fittings!
It would be more Buffista if you wore tiaras to the bra fittings.
Seems like everyone's got a tale to tell.
Mal ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
DCJensen - May 05, 2006 7:07:52 pm PDT #3011 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Spidra Webster - May 05, 2006 7:14:45 pm PDT #3012 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
I recall that certain shops in Chinatown sell tiaras, FYI.
billytea - May 05, 2006 7:24:05 pm PDT #3013 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
sj - May 05, 2006 7:31:54 pm PDT #3014 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Congratulations, Spidra!!!
Long night. I didn't have a drink, because it is a long drive home, and I didn't want to drive home tired. Dealing with one of my "friends" sober, is no fun.
DavidS - May 05, 2006 8:03:17 pm PDT #3015 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Short in back and on top, long in front with swoopy bangs.
Very chic!
Fay - May 05, 2006 10:13:59 pm PDT #3016 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Fay, do you want to borrow one from me, just to keep up the LA tradition?
That would be lovely, thank you!
(wrt fancy ensembles for the Prom, I'll be taking a couple of pretty sequinny shawl things that I won't be wearing, in case anyone is in need of such a thing...)
I have the BRQG set to be my home page here on the laptop, and it just gave me this:
KristinT: In the girls' bathroom at school, there are the usual scrawled messages on the stall walls. "Your a f*cking c*nt bitch" is on one of the doors in dark marker that shows through coats of paint. As a teacher, I should be offended by this profanity. Instead I fight the urge to bring a sharpie in and correct the "your".
This may be an indication that I have issues.
And it gave me a little warm glow, because that's (naturally enough) exactly my response too. So good we're both teachers.
Lee - May 05, 2006 10:15:28 pm PDT #3017 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That would be lovely, thank you!
I will add one or two to my list of things to bring.
Fay - May 05, 2006 10:26:57 pm PDT #3018 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Thank you! I foolishly didn't bring my tiara to Egypt (although the photographs they needed for my work permit? Feature me in my tiara. And the photograph of me I've stuck up outside my classroom also features me in my tiara. I'm trying to convince Grade One that I'm a Queen in my own country).
Spidra Webster - May 05, 2006 10:31:23 pm PDT #3019 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
B.org's own Anna Leonowens
Fay - May 05, 2006 11:46:15 pm PDT #3020 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Damn straight!
And you know, I just adored that movie when I was six. Adored it. And then one day when I was off school with the mumps I saw Yul Brinner being interviewed on the telly, and bounded off to tell my parents that he was performing live in 'The King And I' in London!!!! And of course I was too young to realise that our finances weren't so hot, and that going down to London to take in a West End show was an expensive proposition - but my parents, bless them, managed to pull it off anyway. And thus my 7th birthday was celebrated by going to see The King and I on stage, instead of a party. (This set the tone for the next several birthdays.) Little did I guess that some 25 years later I'd be going to Siam myself, to teach small Siamese children.
Funny how life turns out, isn't it?