Go meara!
I want these boots [link]
These made me think of Jilli: [link]
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ooh, want.
But can not have, since in the process of packing I just packed up an entire large box just of boots.
Ooh, those are cute (but pricey!). Now I want it to be fall so I can wear gorgeous boots and pretty cashmere sweaters. Possibly after discarding half my wardrobe and moving to a new city. :)
I have to go to a party in a couple hours. I need to WAKE UP first. Eesh. I slept in. I had caffeine. What more does my body WANT?
The sad thing about the asshat is that chances are good he doesn't really want a job. Hell if I could get someone to go to work and pay all my expenses while I stayed home and "learned about America" on the computer I sure would.
Rocks to climb over! Not hot! Ruins! Brisk and bracing!
And far, far away from 97 degree Utah.
Though I concede the wretched weather crown to elsewhere, because I know what the humidity does with it's that hot and the utter hell of hot, muggy nights. With a fan in our window at nights, I need a blanket. The desert has its advantages.
These made me think of Jilli: [link]
Ooooh, I like those.
I want this jacket: [link] and these boots: [link]
Dear meara,
Told you so!
Signed, ME.
P.S. Tell them you can't start until after a road trip to North Carolina.
I love cold beaches, but when Summer came, we drove north to Maine and I think this explains why. Rocks and tidepools are the bombdiggity in my book.
you better watch where you put your wiener in Chicago.Man! That cop probably would ticket Santa Clause. Jeesh.
she emailed them and asked for feedback, and they said "EXCELLENT" (all in caps!) and that they're asking HR to arrange an in person interview ASAP. WHOOT!
Woot! Whoppeee! See, I knew it! Just a feeling I had.
Tell them you can't start until after a road trip to North Carolina.
Seconded!
signed, North Carolina
In my head without fine grained sand and at least the promise of sun it's not the beach. It's coastline. It's where the land meets the ocean. But not beach.