But no one can see you, so it's all good. Except, of course, now we can all picture it.
Good one, msbelle.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But no one can see you, so it's all good. Except, of course, now we can all picture it.
Good one, msbelle.
Oh, god, I'm so glad I decided to leave the house. The migration we're undertaking this weekend is still underway. I would have been going bananas at home. At least I got to meet some new people (and sip on some vodka). And the pool thing, and also the Colin thing.
See, I felt bad for you having to work all weekend, but now NSM.
Sophia, I use bandannas. Why any woman would want her boobs to be bigger, I can't fathom.
I do not foresee getting a good sleep tonight. I am SOOOOOO excited to get my stuff. Some of it has been in storage for like 2 months and still other stuff 10 months.
ita, I'm glad you went.
Sophia, this is the thread in which I admitted to wearing frozen peas on my head. So.
Yay movers! That was nice and fast.
I'm sorry for being so one note in here of late. In between giving myself more projects than I can probably handle, I've been kinda spacy with the aunt stuff. Not really feeling or processing a lot, just sort of in a free floating distracted/ misplaced anxiety state.
Stay in touch with relatives you like. Cause if you don't, well, it kinda can suck.
Sophia, don't you think that sort of talk belongs in Bitches?
Don't worry, if you die in your sleep we will show up with print-outs and defend your honor.
Why any woman would want her boobs to be bigger, I can't fathom.
Silly woman. Those boobs don't lie on you and give you prickley heat. They stand up like little spherical soldiers.
In solidarity with Sophia, I will say, my boobs aren't that big, and they are still rashy underneath now.
Silly woman. Those boobs don't lie on you and give you prickley heat. They stand up like little spherical soldiers.
Okay, now that's just wrong. At least when I lie down mine are in my armpits where they belong.
As god(ess) is my witness, I'll never wear anything but cotton next to my tits again.