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yet another 'big surprise" from a quiz
Jul. 17th, 2004 10:46 pmfrom the Job Predictor
"wendyzski, Your ideal job is a As the Local always in the pub whenever you walk in."
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Rob is finally almost all better. He can eat red meat and chocolate again, though he's supposed to start small. Down to one medication. And we're finally medically approved to do anything we want to. I think I pulled a hip muscle.
I weasled out of the supposed "last trip to pick up stuff at the old place" in favor of heading home to track down most of the pieces of my Danse Macabre outfit. Can't find my black gloves, so I tossed together a quickie pair from scraps, deliberately making them kind of off-shaped and grotesque. Also had to find the other set of Deads I had lying around, for a "donation to the cause". They are all packed up, along with my other faire stuff for tomorrow.
Think I'll wear my black/red Flemish outfit, as I finally found my grey/black cap. Might even wear the more-appropriate collared chemise with it, as the weather is expected to be in the mid 70s. I tend towards the lower-necked ones when I'm performing. I learned long ago that "No Tits=No Tips". Teddy the Traveling Faire Bear is staying with Janet-The-Dessert-Goddess during his visit to Bristol. I hope to find time for a pint with my fuzzy little friend, and to hear what adventures he's been up to since he went with me to OKRF. Other than that, it's a shopping day. Need some more of Cream City's handmade soap and herbal waters, and need to pick out what size and style Dreamshoes I will be getting. And I should have time to Wench-Walk. Rob's never been wenched, and he blushes so well.....
"wendyzski, Your ideal job is a As the Local always in the pub whenever you walk in."
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Rob is finally almost all better. He can eat red meat and chocolate again, though he's supposed to start small. Down to one medication. And we're finally medically approved to do anything we want to. I think I pulled a hip muscle.
I weasled out of the supposed "last trip to pick up stuff at the old place" in favor of heading home to track down most of the pieces of my Danse Macabre outfit. Can't find my black gloves, so I tossed together a quickie pair from scraps, deliberately making them kind of off-shaped and grotesque. Also had to find the other set of Deads I had lying around, for a "donation to the cause". They are all packed up, along with my other faire stuff for tomorrow.
Think I'll wear my black/red Flemish outfit, as I finally found my grey/black cap. Might even wear the more-appropriate collared chemise with it, as the weather is expected to be in the mid 70s. I tend towards the lower-necked ones when I'm performing. I learned long ago that "No Tits=No Tips". Teddy the Traveling Faire Bear is staying with Janet-The-Dessert-Goddess during his visit to Bristol. I hope to find time for a pint with my fuzzy little friend, and to hear what adventures he's been up to since he went with me to OKRF. Other than that, it's a shopping day. Need some more of Cream City's handmade soap and herbal waters, and need to pick out what size and style Dreamshoes I will be getting. And I should have time to Wench-Walk. Rob's never been wenched, and he blushes so well.....
