The suit and tie fetish entry was all about power--either submitting to the power of the suited, or exercising dominance over them, pretty much.

I think I just like suits. Men who were born to them, and men who would rather be in BDUs but can do this too...hell, as long as it's a good, well-fitting suit, I don't really care why they're wearing it.

What comes after kink in the ranking? It's not a fetish, less still than a kink...preference makes it seem like if I like a guy in suits I don't like one in BDUs or something.

Wait, I remember. I have a uniform thing. Including suits.

Thing. That's the word I'll use as less than a kink.

There's a romanticism there, which is also what I was going to say about sj.

::Hugs AmyLiz for romanticism compliment::

Edit because I keep using italics to quote for some reason today.

Long, cold winters of remarkably unstable behaviour. But fun, y'know?

Yes. And then there are the short, light-all-day summers of remarkably unstable behavior and no sleeping. Which are also fun.

high fives Aimee

smooches Robin

I love being called a broad. It's such a great word.

Yes!

Relatedly, the new Quizno's commercial? Filmed on my street in front of the bars Aimee (and javachik and Suzi and Emily and Kristin and smonster and amyth and Jessica and Vortex...) and I partied in, and the guys in that are guys we've partied with.

Matilda is hella cute.

"Yes, I do clean up nice, and while I'm at home in the wilderness defending you from rampaging hordes, I won't embarass you in polite society."

Mmmmmmhmmmmmm.

and I partied in, and the guys in that are guys we've partied with.

I KNEW IT!!!

I declare this day officially crap.

Came into work even though I feel like ass. There is no one in a position of authority, so people seem to feel the need to throw decision making stuff at me, yet at the same time, not be able to handle piddly crap for themselves. Huge project is proceeding, but big boss says her boss says no progress has been made. I'm trying to get coworkers to help, while praying they get it done and correctly, otherwise everyone is staying late on Friday-which is when I'm supposed to leave town.

Just got call from Mr. Jane 10 min before I leave the office...He wanted to tell me he didn't get me anything for Valentine's Day because he was too busy to come pick up the credit card.

I'm going to shut my door and cry now.

Cindy, you'll be fine with a glass of wine. Drink up!

I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.

If you're one of the guys, it's definitely in a Some Kind of Wonderful

When I tried to think about what "type" I am, I went to a Some Kind of Wonderful place, but not in a "one of the guys" way. I was more thinking Nerdy-Loser-Misfit.

Or possibly Eclectic-Loser-Misfit-with-a-fucked-up-family, a la Pretty in Pink.

And then, of course, there's my enduring first impression, which I can never ever shake: Girl Next Door. Good Girl. Girl Scout Cookie.

Guess what I found on my desk when I got in this morning? A gift from the Wallybee! It's a rather lovely Picasso fountain pen, along with a children's exercise book for practising writing Chinese characters. And a 'Best Wishes' card for celebrating the Year of the Golden Pig.

In other news, I like the way she writes Chinese characters. They flow very attractively.

Teppy, thanks.

And I'm the girl nextdoor, too. But I'm a little...INTENSE.

That's the most romantic thing I've heard all day billytea.

Oh, billytea, that's incredibly sweet.

{{{DJ}}} Vibing you stiff drinks and Dachshund puppies and the freedom to stab someone at work and whatever else helps.

ION, my new favorite picture of Hec. And the sleeping Boo.