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I wore Happy Bunny slippers in Chicago.

They were comfortable, but not sexy.

Imp is very sexy.

Just saying.
:kiss: :kiss:

Exactly!
Of course, that doesn't exclude you from the Sexypot either (in fact, I'd wager you do make bunny slippers fabulous), but some others of us are just slippery sorts of people. What with the frumping and all. ;)
Sarahh puts the X in sexy. *nods*
 
Exactly!
Of course, that doesn't exclude you from the Sexypot either (in fact, I'd wager you do make bunny slippers fabulous), but some others of us are just slippery sorts of people. What with the frumping and all. ;)

Seconded. Defnitely not excluded form the sexpot category. :catroar:
 
Slippery has nothing what so ever to do with slippers. Pink fuzzy bunnies or not. :D:devil:
I spy Big Bad Rad. Gimme!

It's a good thing I didn't qualify the slipperiness, then, isn't it? ;)

sweetsubsarahh said:
Here's a picture from Chicago. I am wearing bunny slippers with this outfit.

(That's me talking with my hands. God knows what I was saying.)

But just picture huge white slippers with Happy Bunny covering his ears saying, "It's so cute that you think I'm listening."

They were comfortable.
I still wanna squish you. Yes. A lovely squish. Followed by a lovely...
 
impressive said:
:heart:

If you hide under my bed, I'll slip my feet into you.



Wait, that didn't come out quite right. :eek:
It can come out any way it wants. :rose:
And, how did you know I hide under beds?! :eek:

I wholeheartedly agree about Sarah. I don't even have to meet her to know.
 
"Surround yourself with idiots and there's no limit to the greatness you can achieve."
 
Well, they probably wouldn't. If they were really cherubs. Which I may not be. That could just be a devilish rumor spread by devilish Dampy (who is not about at the mo', so I can be wicked and refute it).

I frump sometimes. Wings or not. :devil:
It's not about the wings. You're a cherub. Accept it.
 
I am doing ok. It is hard, but I am doing ok...

Maharat

I don't want to go. (moan, whine)

Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

My back has been taking a fucking beating this week...i'm gonna need to take painkillers before my exam...otherwise i'll be in too much agony to move my arm and hand to write my paper.

very low dining table chair, meaning the tabletop is level with my chest...thus meaning i have to stretch upwards AND lean forwards to i can work...you ask why i can't boost myself up? well that would be because there is a large ornate 'lip' (for want of a better word) that restricts the space between the top of the chair and the bottom edge of the table. Why don't i not revise in the dining room? Well that would be because if i were to revise ANYWHERE ELSE in my house, NO revision would get done.

Not taking painkillers while i revise in the conditions that are making my back ache...becuase the faster and harder i work, the sooner i can take care of the pain...

God i do so punish myself.

My back is on fire :(

Um...yeah.

I'm so stiff I can barely walk :(
* Hugs * :rose:
 
How do you get through the day, act normal, take care of kids, pretend it's all okay when all you want to do is curl up in a ball under the covers and cry?

I waited a long goddamn time to fall in love. I didn't want to do it, but it happened anyway. The result- it seems I was nothing more than a placeholder for someone else and though it killed me to say it, I refuse to be that. I refuse to be in a relationship where all I am is filler because the person that he wants is unavailable. But being strong enough to say that, to stand up for myself, isn't going to hold me in the night, isn't going to make me laugh, isn't going to make me feel beautiful.
How did this happen? And how do you get through having your heart broken? I feel like I've been punched in the gut and every single thing in my life seems so hard, so monumental and I just can't do it.
 
How do you get through the day, act normal, take care of kids, pretend it's all okay when all you want to do is curl up in a ball under the covers and cry?

I waited a long goddamn time to fall in love. I didn't want to do it, but it happened anyway. The result- it seems I was nothing more than a placeholder for someone else and though it killed me to say it, I refuse to be that. I refuse to be in a relationship where all I am is filler because the person that he wants is unavailable. But being strong enough to say that, to stand up for myself, isn't going to hold me in the night, isn't going to make me laugh, isn't going to make me feel beautiful.
How did this happen? And how do you get through having your heart broken? I feel like I've been punched in the gut and every single thing in my life seems so hard, so monumental and I just can't do it.

Oh, hon.

:rose:
 
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