Sweet, Jilli. Where do you get it? And I'm assuming it works pretty well with any random polish.
Any beauty supply store should have it. And yeah, I've used it with all sorts of brands and it works beautifully.
[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.
Sweet, Jilli. Where do you get it? And I'm assuming it works pretty well with any random polish.
Any beauty supply store should have it. And yeah, I've used it with all sorts of brands and it works beautifully.
Therapy good.
vw is drained, but has confidence again.
Good therapy, then. vw is good and should have confidence.
I'm filthy. I finished mowing the front yard, swept the sidewalk, vacuumed the stairs and the first floor, emptied the vacuum-cup-thingy that is not a bag, cleaned the vacuum filter, cleaned the beater bar, cleaned out the cat litter and sprinkled the leftover stuff into the garden (it's a corn-based litter, and meant to do this). I'm feeling wayyy too filthy to live, and yet too tired to walk upstairs to the shower. I would not object to anyone getting a garden hose and hosing me off. Except that I am sitting in the living room and I just cleaning in here, and if someone hosed me off in here, I'd have to exert the effort of killing them, and also I don't have the energy to go outside for them to hose me off out there.
Oddly enough I have the energy to use html tags. Huh.
Oddly enough I have the energy to use html tags. Huh.
Hee.
Also, wow, are you productive. Want we should send over the cabana boys to fan you and peel you a grape (or the fermented juice thereof)?
Also, wow, are you productive. Want we should send over the cabana boys to fan you and peel you a grape (or the fermented juice thereof)?
Now that I have showered, yes. Thanks. Would you think I was a weenie if I wanted the cabana boy to dunk Oreos in milk for me instead?
Better yet, Oreos in Bailey's.
Huh. Had a dream that I was Superman. Really. And I'd just finished talking to Batman about something or other, and get in my car to drive home, and this guy comes up with a gun and tries to steal my car! Dude! I'm freakin' Superman!! I like it when my dreams involve me laughing like a mofo.
Oooh, fun dream, bt.
Would you think I was a weenie if I wanted the cabana boy to dunk Oreos in milk for me instead?
Nay, I would think you were a woman after my own heart.
I t heart BT.
Oh, river denial, how I love you.
So much to do in the next day and half that I can't even begin to think what to work on first.
Guh.