Sunday evening.

Aw, phooey. I just found out that some friends will be performing sea shanties (eta: or chanteys; I've actually seen reasonably authentic pirate-song people spell it both ways) at a pub downtown on Sunday evening.

And I have a giftie for you, as well.

Eeee! Gifties! I would bouncebouncebounce, except it's not really advised in my present condition.

Oy, Kristin, that sentence is positively literarily sinful, and not in any kind of fun way.

That's what she is "saying". I'm convinced it's all a ruse and she's using her own name as a pseud and trying to get feedback.

So. Mean.

I will shun your gauchos.

Ah, this is why I never got dates in high school; it was the blue and white plaid gauchos, wasn't it? Made them myself, tradgedy upon ignominomy.

Brenda, good luck with the second interview!

Oy, Kristin, that sentence is positively literarily sinful, and not in any kind of fun way.

Pish!

So. Mean.

::smooch::

And that's just the synopsis! There's a whole novel out there.

Erasing link now before my doppleganger traces me back here and sics brilliant but amoral wizards on me.

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dies of wanting (the corset).

oh, that's purty!

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And this skirt.

dies of wanting (the corset).

I'd love her figure, too. Though my natural waist is AT LEAST 2 inches above where she's cinched in the tightest.