One of these days...
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Meant to squee and thank Jilli. I got the disk with the gothy gothy dress up pictures and YAY rings on loan that are just fantastic! They are gorgeous and I promise to take them out a lot and show them a fabulous time while they visit me.
Also my Pure Luxe samples all showed up so I am playing with different primers and finishing powders for the near future. Though not today because an allergy attack already took out an demi-elaborate makeup job today.
Raven, which is going to cover my upper back. Don't worry, I have plenty more that I want to get.
That's right! You've only told me that like 5 times. I think I left some brain cells in North Beach.
ETA: We totally need to start a biker gang and call ourselves The Wild Women of North Beach.
I think I left some brain cells in North Beach.
It's the green. It's always the green.
We totally need to start a biker gang and call ourselves The Wild Women of North Beach.
Yes. It truly is such a cunning plan that it cannot fail!
Clearly, the tattoo talk killed the thread.
Seriously, y'all. I am sooooo non-motivated and I have so much documenting/finishing up to do. Not to mention the screening of possible replacements and the writing of a glowing rec for JZ. I am listening to Dirty Vegas & it's just making me sleepy.
Bitch, people, bitch!!! Or flirt! Or whatever! Postiness must to be occurring!
I'm flipping through the Then and Now group on Flickr. It's fascinating.
I'm writing a sex scene. And trying to convince myself a second piece of cinnamon coffee cake is not advisable this close to dinner.
I'm trying to get through some work, but am mostly being distracted by fretting about the state of one of my friendships. I'm trying to figure out how to say "It seems like either you're depressed and hermiting, or you are merely tolerating me and think I'm too frivolous for words" without sounding needy OR accusatory.
I think I'd much rather be Internet-window-shopping for clothes.
And trying to convince myself a second piece of cinnamon coffee cake is not advisable this close to dinner
I just had three Keebler chocolate chip cookies so I'm not one to dispense advice on the subject.
Owen was up at midnight barfing his guts out. After watching him carefully today--he showed no ill effects and didn't seem to be sick at all--I've determined he just ate too much crap at the cookout we had yesterday.
I've been doing some spring cleaning and am in the process of cleaning out closets, sorting CD's and books and gathering outgrown baby clothes for mailing and donations.
I'm reading Strega's "Drive" recaps and eating Steven Colbert's ice cream. Thinking about getting dressed, but I don't wanna.