Oh--I thought Jesse meant she was out of shape.
I did -- but really just for a professional performer wearing a bra and panties (and nothing else, Sophia!). Her belly was soft and not-flat. Obviously she's thinner and in better shape than I am!
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh--I thought Jesse meant she was out of shape.
I did -- but really just for a professional performer wearing a bra and panties (and nothing else, Sophia!). Her belly was soft and not-flat. Obviously she's thinner and in better shape than I am!
I like the black and navy in the first picture, too. I can see myself buying an outfit that combined the colors like that, and I've worn black shoes with navy dresses before. But for some reason I don't think I could bring myself to pair, say, a navy sweater with the black pants I'm wearing today.
Jesse, if it's any comfort to you, my computer spontaneously went "Gah!" and restarted itself while I was working on two Word docs. God knows what state they're in now.
What is up with that, Dana? Annoying!
Well, she was boldly rounded for someone wearing a bra and tap pants publicly.
That's a good way to put it. Plus, she looked bored - or maybe sort of out of it. Hard to know with her.
Okay, strangest thing you've researched for a story, fanfic or otherwise. Go!
It's a toss-up. Either the where the alt.gothic pick-up line "Nice boots, wanna fuck?" came from, or trying to find a black magic/demon-y equivalent to Spanish Fly for one of Plei's fics.
Oh my god. We took a field trip down into the sub-basement to see where they were putting us. We're going to be locked in a tiny windowless room in a place that smells manky and will get no cell service and the bathroom is really far away.
DO NOT WANT.
Plus, she looked bored - or maybe sort of out of it. Hard to know with her.
Also not too steady on her feet.
I'm just saying -- Chris Brown wasn't even lip synching, but he was dancing his fucking ass off. And Rhianna was actually singing -- singing over a track of herself singing, but I'm sure I heard her voice live as well.
We're going to be locked in a tiny windowless room in a place that smells manky and will get no cell service and the bathroom is really far away.
Ah, tech support. So valued.
Maybe the universe really wants you to look for a new job.