So here I am, back at Caterwauling. *sniffle* I’ll move my Goddess Dawn blog back here at some point soon, so hang tight and see me there in the interim. Feels good to be home!
Reader Poll Monday
August 22nd, 2005, 7:53 PM by DawnAnd I’m doing it on a Monday. Amazing!
I wouldn’t hate overlooking Greece or Italy. although I still contend that the finest U.S. skyline happens to belong to Pittsburgh.
Julia Roberts
On me? My neck. Maybe my back. On others? I am hard-pressed to name a part that isn’t. Perhaps the inner forearm, the lower lip, the jawline and most definitely the inner thigh.
I need to go, ah, *freshen up* right now. … 😉
Disclaimer: I’d rather have boys. But playing along, I like yuppie, romance-novel names like Samantha and Savannah, and I always liked Jordan as a girl’s name.
I’d give them a farging CLUE.
The clue that buying me lots of crap isn’t going to change my feelings (although I wouldn’t necessarily discourage trying that route. LOL), the clue that thinking I’m going to wait by the phone is a myth because I am WORTH SOMETHING and will find someone who doesn’t need to have that so brutally explained, the clue that I am not a “bitch” and I would revolve my entire world (well, maybe just a *lot* of it) around the *right* person but I need to be persuaded of that liberally and often.
That prints make big people look even bigger. That gray pants make you look like you have an elephant-butt. That pink-and-yellow shirts make you look like a ham-and-cheese sandwich. That good, classic cuts of skirts and pants should not be retired at the end of the season in favor for something supposedly new-and-exciting. That I am disgusted how tasteful, cute and trendy clothes in a not-tiny size are ridiculously expensive and even harder to find. That bigger people really don’t need to hide beneath circus-tent-sized garb and that showing the occasional bit of skin is actually more slimming than hiding beneath 40 yards of fabric.
Any word not positively butchered works for me.
That, and I just never have enough opportunities to use the word “concupiscence” in everyday conversation.
Am I egotistical if I vote for my own? I make funny jokes all the time that it seems that only *I* get. 😉 And listing the person whose name came to mind would seem like I was sucking up anyway, so fiddle dee dee. Pfft.
Lexus vehicles. Although if I could tax stupidity, no one in this world would go hungry again.
My mommy. 🙂 And, on the rare occasion that I bother with it, my diary.
On iTunes: Willy Porter, “Watercolor”