'Dirty Girls'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Discussion posts done.
I'm having writers block on the introduction for the main paper. Usually once I can get that done, the rest flows but at the moment, not so much. Mainly because I'm having a hard time reconciling the subsections with the descriptions provided in the assignment. Arrrggggg.
The other paper is adding sections to our final paper based on what I write in the first paper. So this should flow once I get the other one done.
I've been digging through a box of programs and mementos looking for something, and I found an envelope with Buffista calling cards. I love being reminded of those every now and then.
Aww, I have my cards somewhere too although in some box since they were in my office.
Hope the muse makes a visit soon, Suzi!
I still have one that says, "We support and encourage the right to swordfight in tiaras". I love it.
Man, the Bitch Blanket and the tiara exchanges feel like a million years ago. I should go dig out my blanket and wrap it around me like a hug--their intended use.
Oh man, a friend of mine broke her arm today changing the tire on her car. The car slipped off the jack and the wheel well rim hit her arm. Ugh, I have the shivers just thinking about that. I can change a tire no problem, but I hate the car jack portion of the process. I just don't trust the jack.
The muse has gotten me through the introduction but I'm still starting and stopping. The paper requirements are so completely off from the material we are currently covering. I keep thinking that I'll find an angle on this thing and have had no luck so far.
I never did participate in one of the tiara exchanges or the bitch blanket exchange. And I didn't keep any calling cards for myself. But I did get a blanket from Lee as my Secret Santa that my family fights over on a regular basis.
Sounds like you're prudent not to trust the jack.
My blanket is a schmancy evening wrap, black wool twill lined in red and gold sari silk--quite gorgeous, and warm. I never feel like I can wrap up in it and wallow, quite.
I don't remember who I made my blanket for. I think it ended up more as a cape, I beaded some elements of the skirt of an old pink and silver brocade evening gown and lined it with something snuggly.
Other gems I found in the same box include: a newspaper photo of me and a couple college dorm-mates rinsing off in the spray from a firehose after a oozeball game, an article about a show I did in 1992 including a photo of cast member Jon Hamm, a followspot assignment sheet for the Rolling Stones (I was #13), and a Jesus Christ Superstar poster signed "Thanks for showing me the light - Ted Neeley".
Fun, aurelia.
I have my blanket, which Deena made for me. It is soft and cuddly and it reminds me of her each time I toss it over me. I made one for Sean and gave it to him at the LA F2F.