Cry for help, hon. Cry for help.
Or a makeover?
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Cry for help, hon. Cry for help.
Or a makeover?
There is a difference?
Waterproof mascara.
I am freaking out still. I think I am going to install a Nephlet cam so I can always know he's okay. Except, of course, when he isn't. Which is not ever going to be allowed again. Ever.
Its a reasonable thing to get freaked out over, imho.
Wikipedia says Portland was a coin-toss away from being named Boston. Hee.
Oh Cass, how terrifying! I'm so glad he will be okay.
Cheerios:
I have an evil eye-throbbing headache. I really hope I have sinus meds in the house somewhere.
Anyone still up?
I'm up! But going to bed shortly.
I got asked to be Ms. Santa for the leather men's annual "Pictures with Santa" event. For one of the nights.
The other night Ms Santa will be Mistress Matisse, a well-known professional domme, who has a weekly column in the local alternative paper and a blog I've been reading for about a year.
I was like "....are you kidding me?!? I can't even compare!"
Still up. Girlfriend passed out an hour or so ago after late-night gaming... She's snoring softly across the room.
Cats are running amok in the living room and kitchen, ostensibly trying to figure out how to break into the pantry cabinet again. Little monsters.
Anyone still up out there?
It's Sunday, 5.30pm in Bangkok, so I'm definitely still up!
(Final performance of our show went well, incidentally. It's...very cheesy. Very very cheesy. But it was a pretty professional amateur show, and the thing is that for much of our audience this is their first encounter with the story. So that's nice.)