'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
t whine whine petty whine, so feel free to skip
Blah. Also gronk. I am tired (for no reason!), and feel like I haven't managed to wake up yet. I've hit a plateau (again!) with my weight loss. And I trimmed my bangs too short last night, and will be cranky about it until they grow half an inch.
In other words, whiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Somebody distract me.
JZ, whew! That's a lot, sweetie.
Somebody distract me.
THE JACKET will be on its way to you tomorrow!
Jilli, how about a cute umbrella?
THE JACKET will be on its way to you tomorrow!
Eeee! Really? Yay! Ooh, I need to finish pulling out the various cute tops I have to send you.
In conclusion, let's make out.
I'm not quite ready for that commitment as a new Buffista. I will, however, let you touch me behind the cyber bleachers.
First cyber base! Whee!
Oh, that is a cute umbrella.
(Yay distraction! Distraction good. I still want my bangs to magically grow half an inch overnight, but I like the distractions.)
This is more of an Aimee distraction than a Jilli distraction, but -- camel webcam!
Hah! I am too wise to click the links now. I have learned better. Links burn.
HA!
No no, my links are completely worksafe. Who do I look like, ita?