changes name to Beth
No fair! You're already infinitely hot! You can't have more! (I'm'a tell mom)
Everything looks good from here... Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... 'This Land.' I think we should call it 'your grave!' Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die! Oh, no, God! Oh, dear God in heaven!
Wash ,'Serenity'
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
amych - Oct 17, 2005 11:20:57 am PDT #5595 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Sparky1 - Oct 17, 2005 11:25:45 am PDT #5596 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
If you are named beth - you gotta be hot.
I second this.
JenP - Oct 17, 2005 12:24:28 pm PDT #5597 of 10001
Kristin, you have a purple-y ethereal glow in those pictures.
Yes - I wanted to see a super close up of the eye make-up. Looked neat.
Wow, you all looked fabulous and it looked like so much fun.
I don't know who Nanita is, but she has a knockout smile.
And Nic and Deb - awesome.
Pix - Oct 17, 2005 12:50:28 pm PDT #5598 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Man am I embarassed by the pictures. For the record, the only reason I ended up with pigtails is that the purple hair goo I'd bought to streak my hair had roughly the consistency of play-doh. By the time I realized it had morphed my hair into a rat's nest, it was too late to wash it out and start over, so I resorted to the pig tails.
Kristin, you have a purple-y ethereal glow in those pictures.
Hee--yep lots of purple, shiny makeup and eye sparkles etc.
And -- nice collar.
Collar? No, no...it's a...ummm...
Look, a monkey!
NoiseDesign - Oct 17, 2005 2:50:52 pm PDT #5599 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Look, a monkey!
You know...the name of my company is....
Laura - Oct 17, 2005 4:54:05 pm PDT #5600 of 10001
This too shall pass.
Yay for pictures! Thanks ND. I can hear the laughter looking through them.
Kristin, the pigtails are nothing short of adorable, as are you.
deborah grabien - Oct 17, 2005 6:32:19 pm PDT #5601 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I was pissed because Kristin had the groovy collar and mine was in the car. I flat out forgot it.
Aimee's babysis looked wonderful, but she was lisping because of the bloodied fangs. I still think we should have borrowed Negrita (the enormous lovely black Great Dane from next door), and had her be Toto.
One thing tht looking at my full-length leather corset has confirmed in me: the realisation that a full-length boned corset on an already hourglass figure doesn't work. Because of the boning in front, it doesn't go in where I do.
Need shorter length brocade corset. Meh.
And Kristin, in her Romper Stomper Goth Hoochie Mama boots? Adorable, yet dwarfed by my six-foot barefoot husband in his five-inch heels.
Steph L. - Oct 17, 2005 6:34:02 pm PDT #5602 of 10001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
I was pissed because Kristin had the groovy collar and mine was in the car.
Deb, you are probably the last person I would ever expect to have/wear a collar. There isn't a submissive atom in your body.
deborah grabien - Oct 17, 2005 6:40:46 pm PDT #5603 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
There isn't a submissive atom in your body.
I'm not even commenting on that one, love. Nope.
Steph L. - Oct 17, 2005 6:45:27 pm PDT #5604 of 10001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
I'm not even commenting on that one, love. Nope.
You may picture a look of quiet bemusement on my face.