I'm lucky to be only 50% incorrect.

including the part where one discards the original topic of discussion in order to tell a personal story that is only tangentially related, and then just as suddenly, veering back into the path of the original discussion. All without taking a breath.

That's Italian? I've been doing that for far longer than I've been with David.

On topic, my F2F dress is pretty. It's black and white and clingy.

Kristin, it wouldn't let me look at your pictures.

And David, I was rather surprised Teppy didn't eviscerate you. How in hell did you reach the age of forty without learning to never, ever, EVER call a woman a cow?

I have a possible new dress. (Well, it's an actual new dress, which my mother just bought for me, because I lost weight and that means she thinks I deserve pretty clothes. It's just a possible dress for prom.) It looks great while I'm standing, but it's about half an inch too tight to look good sitting. So, if I do a lot of situps, I have new dress for F2F. If not, I have an older outfit that I've only worn once, and I can save the new dress for something else.

I have a pair of new shoes, for the new dress I have for the F2F! I think the shoes may have cost as much as the dress, though, cause the dress was from H&M. :)

Should you get the urge again to call me Sparkles, picture this scene.

Sparky, you putting your snake friend up against the wrath of Tep?

t snicker

Remember the story about the guy who dug the hole?

Sparky, you putting your snake friend up against the wrath of Tep?

t sigh No, I'm not. I'm saying no. I'm. Not. A. Sparkles. And becoming less so.

Remember the story about the guy who dug the hole?

Was that the same guy who stuck his finger in the duck?

Oh, and not mad at anyone for calling me meara, or not calling me meara, or whatever. I answer to my real name, to meara, or to Indy (my drag name) at this point...I just figure it's easier to have y'all continue to call me meara. And I do like it rather better than my "real" name. Which is why I chose it.

Don't call me Meara, though. :)

1. plaintive I have no new name! Well, I mean, I guess I have one if you consider "Rebecca" to be my costume-ball-mask name, and I kind of do. But right now I'm newly and slowly getting used to intimates calling me "Lauren", too, which most of the time doesn't feel like much of a real name either. Teppy, I'm desperate. Nameless, I'm without a proper ego; and as everybody knows egoless people are no fun at a party. Without bounds to their personalities they just sort of sink out and spread like mist. Now is my chance to resolve this problem! Please, give me a name.

2. Since people are posting pictures of themselves, I'm not going to make a gallery after all; it'd be kind of silly. I am downloading furiously though.