Plei unleashed a monster in me. A girlie monster.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to interpret that as porn, thanks.
Pale Blue Nation, represent!
Oh, that's what I need, coffee. Please to make with the neuron flow.
[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.
Plei unleashed a monster in me. A girlie monster.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to interpret that as porn, thanks.
Pale Blue Nation, represent!
Oh, that's what I need, coffee. Please to make with the neuron flow.
Don't think I ever got teased over the pale, with the exception of (equally pale) former roommate's boyfriend, who used to call our apartment the House of Albino.
Speaking of pale, my mom requested that I get a professional picture taken of myself for her Mother's Day gift. I have some pictures from the photo shoot uploaded to flickr if anyone's interested. [link]
I'm new to working with flickr, so if the link doesn't work, please let me know. Thanks.
Lovely pictures, Calli! And I'm in love with your captions.
It is getting more and more difficult in this world to buy non-padded bras. Argh.
Pale Blue Nation, represent!
::does secret handshake involving a turned hand on the forehead in that Victorian fainty couch way::
I'm fond of saying that I have a Gothic palor...you know...the recently bled look.
I'm like that see-through anatomy doll. Wanna see my vascular system? Don't have to look too hard...
Jessica, are you an olive pale, or a pinky pale? You always seem olive-y to me, in photos.
I'm pink/blue -- practically transparent.
I'm like that see-through anatomy doll. Wanna see my vascular system? Don't have to look too hard...
This is me. The veins in my arms and hands are pretty scary.
Thanks, JZ!
My veins can get pretty fierce looking, depending on what I've been doing lately. I don't have particularly high blood pressure or anything (kind of the reverse), but sometimes I can see certain points pulse.
This is why I NEVER tell my parents I'm seeing someone until it's gotten to being an actual "relationship," whatever that means.
Hil is me. My parents just don't need to know things.
I’m 33 and my parents have never met anyone that I’ve dated. I would be ita, except that they live 10 minutes away from me. Whenever there is a family event, my mother always makes a point of asking me if I’m inviting anyone.
Then hmm, let's see...the first guy I was (ahem) physically intimate with? His mother pulled a gun on me. That'll pretty much cool off any relationship.
Now, you have to tell that story, you can’t tease us like that.