There's no cleavage!
I'll get you a cleavagey pic this weekend. I promise. *smooch*
'Time Bomb'
[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.
There's no cleavage!
I'll get you a cleavagey pic this weekend. I promise. *smooch*
ION, doing children's theatre performances 6 days a week is slowly eroding my soul. Only 6 more performances left, though. And today was the last 9:30AM show, thank the gods. This creature of the night does not function well at work when I'm called at 8AM.
Then, after this show closes, I move on to A Christmas Carol. Never thought I'd be looking forward to it, but I am.
And besides all the holiday cheer and singing and such, as a bonus I get to see NoiseDesign a bit more often for a week or so. Which is always good.
No cleavage, but Aimee in addition to your breastacularity, you just look damn fine all over. If you try to cart even one of your body image demons in here over the next few months, I'm just going to laugh at you. Loudly.
Aimée is HOTT.
(Seriously, Aimée, you look amazing.)
*blush* Thank you guys.
I am having a good self-esteem day. And I am reveling in my shape of the hourglass.
Body image demons can kiss my round, supple ass. (Today, anyway.)
Aimee and Her Boobs!Holy boobies, Batman!
Aimée is HOTT, and also takes a damn nice photo.
(I only like myself in video, stills ick.)
stills ick
Funny. It looks like words.
Happy birthday, Sumi! The cake is an excellent start.
I'm about to head downtown to collect my tiny check for working on election night. Then I shall have the Briazz jambalaya I've been craving for days. Yay, Jambalaya!
I think we get our car back today. But probably not in time to collect Emmett. We had to do the public transport to the East Bay again. On the one hand, it's an extremely long commute that requires us to get out of the house before 7am and involves waiting for Muni train, Muni to downtown, switch to BART, BART to East Bay and then 25 minute walk to school. On the plus side, it's kind of like the old days when I took Emmett to pre-school and kindergarten by PT and we'd just chat and talk and hangout on our way there.
In sum: Jambalaya!
Body image demons can kiss my round, supple ass.
Body image demons get ALL THE FUN