'Hell Bound'
[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.
Anyone ever shipped stuff with Amtrak? How much does it cost?
I've shipped stuff via Greyhound, a long time ago so I don't remember the exact prices and I'm sure it wouldn't apply anymore, but it was cheaper than any other option for moving the bulk of my stuff to college.
the fashions that don't flatter anyone except the big-boobed sticks we're apparently supposed to be
Fashion doesn't flatter anyone larger than a B cup. Breasts apparently ruin the line.
Fashion is evil and mean.
High fashion may not flatter a B cup, but regular people clothes aren't great for an A cup usually either...ESPECIALLY if you have the audacity to be an A cup and not a size 2 with no hips....
Breasts apparently ruin the line.
Pfft. In my store all breasts will look fab-u-lous. And come with a sprinkling of glitter should you so desire.
Seriously, it took me a loooooong time to come to grips with these babies. A designer who doesn't appreciate them isn't worth the silk de chine or whatever crap they use to line their dresses. I will say D&G does breasts well, as does Donna Karan and DVF.
I have gots to show y'all that D&G dress I have.
Note to self: get Daisy Jane financing to open clothing store, stat.
Classmates accounts: Valuable social networking, or desperate and sad?
come to grips with these
Did anyone else go to a happy place just then?
I'm looking forward to the opening of your store, DJ.
Note to self: get Daisy Jane financing to open clothing store, stat.
Dude. Yes. This. And its name shall be called:
In my store all breasts will look fab-u-lous.
Sleep-ma and calm-ma would be appreciated. I had a crazy day at work (with carry-over from Th and Fr). Plus, just found out this morning that my stepdad is not getting out of the hospital when we thought which means that he and my mom are still out of town, plus raging hormones because guess what, perimenopause sets in during the late 30s in my family, and it looks like I'm starting to get the out of whack PMS and off-schedule period.
I need to sleep well tonight because I was such a wreck at work today that my boss told me to go home early if I could.
Plus, my mind has decided that what I really need to hear right now is the playmix entitled "You have done nothing worthwhile with you life, you pathetic loser."
Calm-ma, sleep-ma, and perspective-ma would be greatly appreciated.
Oh, Anne, I hate that playmix. It needs to be destroyed.
All kinds of ~ma to you and your family.