I sleep in sweatpants and a t-shirt, because I come from the land of the old style of wood-frame houses. In college, a 75-woman dorm had to be evacuated in 2 minutes, because that was how long it took for the fire, once inside the wall, to turn the whole structure into a torch.
When you are used to late-afternoon naps, the better to facilitate your late-night studying, you get used to the idea of sleeping in clothes that firefighters are going to see you in. (Or maybe just the admins handling a drill.)
Dude, Jilli was covered in Gerard Way buttercream long before shrift started in on the conversion process.
Say what now?! I mean, sure, he's referred to the band as "dangerous cupcakes", but I hadn't quite made the ... leap ... you just did.
I suspect I'm going to get one perfect brow raised at that way of putting it...
That's putting it mildly.
Photo proof that I was wearing a hoodie, if you look closely: [link]
I lived in a similar dorm. It burned twice before me.A lot of women turned up wrapped in their comforters and naught else at fire alarms (not saying anything about me!) And I'm pretty sure a good half was for the benefit of the fire fighters....
Jilli, what a fantastic picture--hoodie and all!
In full disclosure, I am wearing a slate blue BonnyDoon hoodie right now.
Jilli, I'm all sorts of jealous over that bag. It's lovely.
tiggy, congratulations!!
Photo proof that I was wearing a hoodie, if you look closely: [link]
On a related note, this is now my favorite photo in the history of photography.
Jilli, how many people asked if you worked at the Mansion?
I mean, sure, he's referred to the band as "dangerous cupcakes", but I hadn't quite made the ... leap ... you just did.
And bless her for it.
I am wearing cupcake pink (with white polka dots) yoga pants and thinking, alternately, that Jilli would smile or be really, really freaked out by them.
I think smiling because I will never wear only fluffy skirts, but still cringing a little on the inside.
Speaking of, I have a lovely black velvet kinda fluffy (in a hippie way) skirt. You should give me an excuse to wear it.
I want gloves like Jilli's.
Congrats, tiggy!
I meant it an a perfectly INNOCENT way.
Or a perfectly innocent Way, if you'd rather.
Then again, I managed to explain to Lillian that the gloves in the box in the kitchen were waiting for Daddy's opening. It is possible that I shouldn't be trusted with words tonight.
You! You ebil woman. I blissfully knew nothing about these boys before y'all indoctrinated me.
Social infection. Clearly.