A few more notes.

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Am currently wearing dog collar--honest-to-goodness fourteen-by-one-inch five-dollar leather dog collar from Wal-Fart. Pretty comfy too, and startlingly polite if I turn the buckle and d-ring to the back. But, idiot that I am, I did not buy a leash. Oh well.

Tabby, luv, did inbox.net ever cooperate and get fic to you? Should I resend?

And Sara somehow managed to find both peppermint pattie bits (never seen them in the large bags) and rose petal tea (went out of production a few years ago; tantastic stuff). She has Mad Shopping Skillz, oh yes she does. *loffs*

Now nursing mad urge to spend summer sleeping on floors of friendsoffriends in NYC. o.O

I just spilled water down my own cleavage. I ned slep.

Comments

[mattador.livejournal.com]

Yay for us people with collars!

[telepwen.livejournal.com]

I have an addiction is what I have. I have a horrible addiction. I don't buy shit for myself, I buy shit for other folks. Can't stop myself. Eep. But yes, Mad Shopping Skillz is a pride of mine.