I keep wanting to walk up to people and hug them at random. Dude. I forget that everyone isn't us.
I know. We're lovely. Everybody should be us.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon.
I keep wanting to walk up to people and hug them at random. Dude. I forget that everyone isn't us.
I know. We're lovely. Everybody should be us.
So I'm at a party right now, and I keep wanting to walk up to people and hug them at random. Dude. I forget that everyone isn't us.
I think you misspelled "snog" in there somewhere.
Help me come up with reasons why D wants to come with me to the book signing tomorrow.
Because it is way fun. Seriously, Jilli is entertaining. and even if goth is not on your rader , it can be a really interesting glimpse into people that think other than you. and in a place where you have permission to ask questions. and Jilli and pete won''t be the only pretty people there.
We just got back from the signing. fun, but I'm glad we didn't go out after. We had two or three accidents that we had to avoid.
And how cute is it that blushy Fay is the one starting all this with asking for spanking. The women who couldn't even stand to be candy handcuffed.
Aw, see, I'm all talk. I cannot seem to restrain myself when it comes to double entendres (er, or writing porn) but am still, as you will have gathered, really quite appallingly flusterable. It's very embarrassing. I feel that I let the side down, rather, but there we are. (Of course, I realise that my first F2F was characterised by, er, rather less running away, and rather more making out with everyone. But that was because Plei broke me unexpectedly and efficiently in the Hospitality Suite, and then I was broken, and that was that.)
Welcome, Stunt Husband! Oh, lord, I so wish I'd had the chance to exchange more than a couple of words with you, because you seemed utterly delightful, and the frail vehicle of the English language is inadequate to expressing just how very much I approved of your ensemble. I have conceived a mighty envy for the coat of fabulousness, and suspect that I may have to have my tailor make me something along those lines this summer. That despite the fact that there are really no situations where I ever need a coat in Thailand.
sighs
Would have liked the chance to talk Trek and/or pirates with you, but evidently it was not to be. But, damn it, yes, you must come to the next F2F. Which will be in Bangkok, right?
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bats eyelashes
We can haz yummy food, sunny beaches, cocktails served IN BUCKETS and all the shiny things you could possibly imagine! Massages! Spas! Shopping! Parks and gardens and jungles! Things being cheap! And all a mere 20 - 30 hour flight away!
...yeah, damn, I just lost you all, didn't I? Curse it. Somebody tell Joe to get his lazy ass back to fixing the damn matter transporter, 'kay?
So I'm at a party right now, and I keep wanting to walk up to people and hug them at random. Dude. I forget that everyone isn't us.Wait!! So your awesome snog mojo doesn't transcend into other groups?
Help me come up with reasons why D wants to come with me to the book signing tomorrow.Because the House of Reason is awesome. Sit him down at the interwebs and show him the videos. Explain that her advice transcends all groups and isn't exclusive to Goths. Also, there were some beautiful women there. And how often do you go to a book signing where you know the author!!
Wait!! So your awesome snog mojo doesn't transcend into other groups?
I refuse to countenance this suggestion. This is Tom Scola, ffs!
I hugged the people I was with tonight, AIWFG!
My quick post on the book signing
I chose Jilli over a shinny new laptop -- that should say something
eta: I'm wondering if using the a word in a non-buffista place puts me higher on the list?
But that was because Plei broke me unexpectedly and efficiently in the Hospitality Suite, and then I was broken, and that was that.
Good times. There didn't seem to be an excess of reserve at that particular moment, as I recall (vividly. What with you coming up for air laughing riotously, then returning to your delightful task.)