Mal ,'Serenity'
[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.
Me, I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.
First, thanks Robin, and second, I'd call you the Hipster Chick, not one of the guys. But maybe that's because I'm not a guy?
As much as I was a precocious little girl, I don't think I've been seen that way for about 15 years. Certainly true pre-college, though.
I knew it! There's a little girl in you still.
I like to think of Jilli as what Alice B Toklas would call "la femme decoratif." In a word, beautiful.
Matilda is so very pretty and so very much her mom's little baby girl.
I'd call you the Hipster Chick, not one of the guys.
Now I'm thinking of Robin as ...dammit, what's that Audrey Hepburn movie where she does that dance...in that place...a cafe? They recently scavenged it for some ad or another.
Funny Face, I think.
Yep, Funny Face.
billytea, that's just about the sweetest thing ever.
I knew it! There's a little girl in you still.
Damn it, I swear I pressed eject almost 2 years ago!
t / random mother joke
I started doing RHPS when I was 15. So there were people in a very formative stage of my life who saw me as that PLG.
Sometimes, it shocks me to be the Snarky Older Chick.
Yeah, I had a bummer realization the other day that, by any calculation, I'm middle aged. Oh well.
So Olbermann tie watch is paraphilic? Hey! (considers) No, that's my "Hey!" ETA:True Buffista moment...correcting the fact you put too many l's in paraphilic.
less than a kink
How does one define kink? Less than a fetish, but...
Girl Scout Cookie.
Thin Mint? Or Samoa?
I am the Nerdy Know-It-All type. Don't at all think of myself as beautiful, but recently I have conceded "pretty." Or at least "not put together unfortunately."
Man, I am SICK. As in fever, chills, achey, totally nauseated at the thought of food.
Guess who was planning on cooking Valentine's Day dinner tonight? That is SO not going to happen now. Damn it.
I think The Boy is still going to come over and take care of me, though I told him not to (I am a HUGE baby when I'm sick, and no one needs to deal with that).
Meh.