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.
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.
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.
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.
Oh dear.
You know, I should probably take some NSAIDS to head off my oncoming sinus headache. Instead of sitting here like I can't do anything about it and play solitaire.
I can feel my sinuses starting to ache, too. I'll have to wait until I get home to pop a Claritin.
DO NOT WANT.
Will they let you keep the red swingline stapler?
Maybe the universe really wants you to look for a new job.
Remind me to dust off my resume when I get home and after I've napped, man.