Izze didn't die (that's not how it's spelled is it?) either, I don't think.
I kind of like the sound of those, Jilli. I have what I'm sure is a shameful fondness for Uggs, and sparkly Uggs especially.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Izze didn't die (that's not how it's spelled is it?) either, I don't think.
I kind of like the sound of those, Jilli. I have what I'm sure is a shameful fondness for Uggs, and sparkly Uggs especially.
I have what I'm sure is a shameful fondness for Uggs, and sparkly Uggs especially.
Shame on you! Not since Aimee came out as a Capri fiend have I felt such a fashion revulsion!
Actually, I kind of like capris with the right outfit.
I kind of like the sound of those, Jilli. I have what I'm sure is a shameful fondness for Uggs, and sparkly Uggs especially.
Well, then Las Vegas has the Uggs for you. In multiple colorways at the store, but tonight I saw a woman wearing a pair that shaded from blinding silver to gray to lavender to purple.
My exciting Friday night in Vegas? I'm already in my room in my pjs, and I'm going to work on my story for Yuletide. Because a week of getting up at 7:45AM plus the tumble I took today means a quiet night in is exactly what I need. But tomorrow morning(ish) I'm going to head back to Max Brenner and have brunch with hot chocolate espresso and booze.
Not since Aimee came out as a Capri fiend have I felt such a fashion revulsion!
Gauchos. Aimee likes Gauchos. Which I still say are wronger than a wrong thing, but if she likes them and they make her happy, yay.
Also a traveler in her room on pjs.
I am having an attack of the body image demons. I blame the mirror in the bathtub. No mirror in my bathroom at home. I actually gagged when I got out of the tub. Trying to keep dinner down now with cold water. Ugh.
Okay, Gauchos, that's different.
Shame, on you Aimee! Shame!
Wonders if Aimee's ears are turning bright ruby red with tendrils of steam curling off the top.
I am having an attack of the body image demons. I blame the mirror in the bathtub. No mirror in my bathroom at home. I actually gagged when I got out of the tub. Trying to keep dinner down now with cold water. Ugh.
Awww, Msbelle! You are all a hottie. Don't be so despairful about your physical person.
I am having an attack of the body image demons. I blame the mirror in the bathtub. No mirror in my bathroom at home. I actually gagged when I got out of the tub. Trying to keep dinner down now with cold water. Ugh.
The body image demons are WRONG. Very, very wrong, and telling you horrible, deceitful things. Don't listen to them.
(But I totally sympathize, because they've been attacking me, too. I blame the less-than-healthy eating choices here in Vegas.)
Okay, Buffistas, random question of the night:
If you could have a drink (not necessarily alcoholic) with one person in your life who is gone from you now (either dead or estranged, or lost contact) who would it be?
Tell those demons to fuck off, msbelle. They are lying to you! You're a beauty.
Whoa Jessica, that recipe looks delicious. I'm trying it.