The worst of the worst. I couldn't finish it all. After getting violently ill, I decided things were as clean as they were going to get. t shudder
Nasty.
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The worst of the worst. I couldn't finish it all. After getting violently ill, I decided things were as clean as they were going to get. t shudder
Nasty.
I did ALL the prep. My internist said I didn't prep good enough.
I was like "bitch, please, I followed the nurse's directions. quit the nagging bullshit."
Much health~ma to all sick buffistas. Poor things. I have the strongest urge to cook soup for y'all and feed you.
Shir! Yet another reason we need to have Buffista Island!
Oh, please do. I'll be there in a heartbeat, and I'm not against feeding the hungry.
I look at this corset [link] and think, "If Browncoats wore corsets, this would be the one Zoe would wear." I keep thinking I want to buy a cheap corset somewhere just to see if I actually like wearing them. And then I look at this and Want it.
Ha! I knew exactly which corset you meant as soon as you said "the one Zoe would wear." And, yes, except she'd ditch the pocket watch for something more practical and deadly. Don't need to know exactly what time it is out in the black, but a little pocket like that could be right useful for other things.
Yes, that corset was clearly made with Zoe in mind!
I haven't made up my mind if it's a Derringer or a throwing knife she keeps in that pocket. Or both. Could it be both?
My plan was to get an egg and cheese sandwich on the way to the car dealership, but the way the GPS took me did not pass a Dunkin Donuts. I thought that was a statistical impossibility. So I'm having peanut butter crackers instead. I brought a book, but there is both a TV and a radio on, so there is zero chance I can concentrate.