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[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.
Can cuffing be back in style?
I totally do this. But, I care not about style most of the time.
ETA: Heh. Then I wonder why I have no one.
OH! Cindy! I saw a boy who looked like Logan on the train the other day. He caught me staring at him. Twice. Oops.
Bitches, how do you all keep your asses from peeking out of the low rise when you're seated?
Belts are my friend. Belts tightly belted. Cinched, even.
My one pair of ultra-low rise jeans are a trifle big on me, now, though, and sit fairly close to my natural waist, so it's posssible that I just have a short rise.
So glad that Cindy-day turned out well.
I bought some hamentaschen yesterday and they are of the yum. Glad I stumbled uppon that bakery.
(Btw, in case it was not clear, I meant next to no waist in terms of length, NOT in terms of girth. That's a whole other conversation.)
I come back and it's Cindy day! Woohoo! It is a happy day indeed when we can celebrate the birth of such a lady.
ETA: I actually forgot to wish the Happy Birthday part. *facepalm* Happy Birthday!
sounds like a good day Cindy
Whoo, cuffs. Though I also picked up a pair of sandals with some heel that I am newly in love with so I can wear those. So long as we don't get snow again. Because I might be a freak but even I know that open-toed shoes are bad in snow.
It reached almost 60 degrees here yesterday, and the flip flops, shorts, skirts and capris were out in full force. It cracked me up. As I wore my boots.
And now I feel fucked-up because I'd like to see Brian Wilson meander his way through the stories of the week, and etc.
erika, you made me choke on my birthday. Whee!
I met a guy for coffee today. Probably not an earth shattering event for most folks, but I haven't even done that much with an available fella in over eight years, so I'm calling it good. I don't think he's that into me, but we had fun talking about fannish stuff. Decent coffee, too.
Calli, Buffy would warn you off of having coffee with boys, but I say coffee with nice boys is both good practice, and nice for making good friends, even if there's no earth enshatterment going on.
Erm, by not wearing jeans or trousers? I know, not the answer for everyone.
I'm probably as devoted to trousers as you are to dresses and skirts, but if I had to have my hind quarters peeking out all the time, I'd go all skirts/dresses, all the time.
Jilli, do you wear sweats or jammies or the like around the house, when your cleaning or just crashing or whatever?
I bought some hamentaschen yesterday and they are of the yum. Glad I stumbled uppon that bakery.-t, what is this? I saw Hil mention it in conjunction with Purim the other day. I just read Esther last week, or the week before (or somewhere during the sick weeks, at any rate), I read it with no memory of when Purim falls, so it was kind of neat to see it come so soon after.
OH! Cindy! I saw a boy who looked like Logan on the train the other day. He caught me staring at him. Twice. Oops.
If he'd caught you a third time, he would have gotten to keep you, vw.
Not long after I found the Bronze, a gas station between my house and the children's pre-school was being completely redone. They dug up the underground tanks and everything, I think. Anyhow, there was a construction worker there who, at least from my vantage point in the driver's seat, looked just like Spike. He was frequently shirtless, and he had the tousled hair look, rather than the slicked back look.
I used to give Cashmere and our friends genrefan and abt, daily updates at the Bronze.
eta...
Thanks, Gris. You're so sweet. And beth, it was a very nice day.
-t, what is this? I saw Hil mention it in conjunction with Purim the other day.
Hamentaschen are Purim cookies. Make a fairly basic cookie dough, roll out, cut out circles, put a spoonful of jam or preserves or something (poppy seed paste is actually traditional, but I prefer apricots or prunes), and fold up the sides to make a triangle, with a bit of the filling showing in the middle. Bake. Eat. Yum.
If he'd caught you a third time, he would have gotten to keep you, vw.
Damn. I'm never gonna get this stuff figured out. There's so many rules!