Ooo. I like the Satin Blueberry. I want that in a gloss.
Mal: You were dead! Tracy: Hunh? Oh. Right. Suppose I was. Hey there, Zoe.
'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
smonster - Jul 20, 2011 7:44:08 pm PDT #25843 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Barb - Jul 20, 2011 7:49:00 pm PDT #25844 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I may go back and take a second look at the Pearly Dark Violet. Because really, I didn't spend enough money on makeup today. Oy.
Strix - Jul 20, 2011 7:51:28 pm PDT #25845 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I want this shirt from the Latin site: [link]
Strix - Jul 20, 2011 7:51:30 pm PDT #25846 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
This one more, though -- [link]
billytea - Jul 20, 2011 7:56:37 pm PDT #25847 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I had a friend in Philly with a t-shirt that read:
"Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam."
Translated:
"I have a catapult. If you don't give me all your money, I will fling an enormous rock at your head."
Atropa - Jul 20, 2011 9:43:18 pm PDT #25848 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Ohhh, Make Up Forever. I keep telling myself that I will buy one of their lipsticks.
tommyrot - Jul 21, 2011 4:46:54 am PDT #25849 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
"Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam."
Translated:
"I have a catapult. If you don't give me all your money, I will fling an enormous rock at your head."
Now I'm imagining a bank robber passing this note to a teller...
...and then all the bank employees gather round as they try to translate it.
sumi - Jul 21, 2011 5:04:55 am PDT #25850 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!
I brought my umbrella with me today - to use as a parasol. . . and it is now broken beyond repair. (At least by me: the skeleton broke!)
I don't know what I did.
Anyway, so I was perusing parasols on Amazon and seeing all the lace ones and I thought: I can knit lace. I wonder if there are any patterns for knitted lace parasols? And of course there are. So I bought the pattern and ordered some yarn and in the meantime I have also purchased a pretty paper parasol to use until I can make my own.
I was inspired to parasol use by the random headache I had last night which I decided was due to standing in the sun waiting for the bus.
billytea - Jul 21, 2011 5:23:39 am PDT #25851 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
...and then all the bank employees gather round as they try to translate it.
Well, sure. You want them to bunch up, after all.
Scrappy - Jul 21, 2011 6:24:04 am PDT #25852 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
"I have a gub."