We're deplaning and getting the next plane. Maybe Portland by midnight.
Oh UGH. I am very sorry.
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We're deplaning and getting the next plane. Maybe Portland by midnight.
Oh UGH. I am very sorry.
{{{smonster}}}
We're deplaning and getting the next plane. Maybe Portland by midnight.
Ugh, that sucks. Sorry.
But thanks for the red recs, Cass. I keep eyeing that Manic Panic Vampire Red. Just might fit the bill. It's awful pretty.
Oh and smonster, I didn't mean to call you out so much as I recognized the kind of thing I'd do, that I have done when I was in your place. Held out hope for way too many years with one guy, but I'm an idiot that way. Really it's a good thing I met my DH, I was hopelessly bad at dating.
A propos of nothing, there are times I really wished I lived closer to more of y'all.
Amen, Anne.
I'm in KC, Anne!!
It's, uh...only 3 hours?!
I'm in KC, Anne!!
Ooh. Yes. That's right. Visitage is certainly possible. I would also like to get up to Chicago again at some point not too far from now.
No, Burrell, I do the same thing. Over and over again.
I would like to live closer to more of you, too.
If all y'all do that, say, between Thanksgiving and New Years, I could manage to be in Chicago, ijs...
The problem with deplaning is that I am now poking at the internets wanting them to amuse me and when I was stuck on the plane I was reading a really not very good book but I felt slightly productive because I was reading a published book and not, um, Tumblr. Also I forgot how to stop sentences. Apparently.
Burrell, I think you want the lipstick version of Sally Hansen Oriental Red. Totally works with our coloring and is what I'd describe as a bloody true red. And got me a lot of compliments this weekend with some glitter on top. Though that isn't strictly relevant.