People keep talking about boundaries but I have no idea what that's all about.
I think it's a term for the victims of an incorrigible bounder. You probably know quite a lot of 'em.
Doesn't winter seem more like archiving season?
Willow ,'Lessons'
F2F 4: Too Much Candy, Never Enough Mojitos.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
billytea - Jun 25, 2008 3:53:31 pm PDT #9547 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.
Sean K - Jun 25, 2008 3:59:29 pm PDT #9548 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
All I know is that when I took my corset off that morning, I had salt all the way down to my belly button.
That's hot.
t /Paris
Pix - Jun 25, 2008 4:02:54 pm PDT #9549 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Hee. I wouldn't care about incriminating pictures of me if it weren't for my job, but...it's kind of important that my students not happen across the more risque F2F pix.
javachik - Jun 25, 2008 4:06:22 pm PDT #9550 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Pix, all of my pictures are flocked. I sent you all of the pictures I had of you making out. Didya get 'em?
DCJensen - Jun 25, 2008 4:11:43 pm PDT #9551 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Like this one of Windsparrow and Daniel. Daniel is wearing a tiara! Excellent!
I bought that for Windsparrow once she moved in with me. She was proud to finally have a chance to wear it for the Buffistas.
When she took it off, it was my turn.
OTOH? I wish I had something big in front of my belly. A table, the Taj Mahal, etc.
javachik - Jun 25, 2008 4:18:15 pm PDT #9552 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Oh, Daniel. I am sorry you feel that way. I read your post earlier and my heart went out to you.
I told Kate, on our drive back down to Chicago, that my absolute favorite thing about Buffistas is how different we all are, and that there is such an absence of judgment about our shapes and sizes and colors and drink-tolerance-levels and philosophies and fashion and sexuality, etc.
Okay, actually we're pretty judgmental about drink tolerance, I admit.
But really? It was the prom I wished I always had: where you really do want to hug and kiss everyone in the room. And so you do!!
Matt the Bruins fan - Jun 25, 2008 4:40:22 pm PDT #9553 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
I was pretty disappointed by what my own drink tolerance reset to. For years I would only occasionally drink a couple glasses of wine with dinner, or the odd pint of Guinness with friends, yet when F2F rolled around I was able to slam back the bourbons and sazeracs like they were soda. But 18 months with only 2 glasses of wine apparently killed off the inner Irishman that had been bravely holding on through my moderate proofage years. Saturday I got buzzed to the point of slight tipsyness after three drinks, and the first two were only about as strong as margaritas.
Daisy Jane - Jun 25, 2008 4:44:03 pm PDT #9554 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Who the FUCK drinks that much Jager?
...Uhm...
SailAweigh - Jun 25, 2008 4:44:33 pm PDT #9555 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I was having too much fun to drink! Which is cool, because when I was younger it was always the other way around. I just kinda forgot to on Saturday until afterward. And after Ginger made me get that outrageously expensive and sinfully delicious bourbon. Then I wanted more, but I had to drive, so I behaved.
DCJensen - Jun 25, 2008 4:48:25 pm PDT #9556 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
I have separated my pics on flickr to have the HOTR pics open to the public, while keeping my prom pics friends locked
I'm a learnin'