They seem to have been lured back to work.
Of course that should read, "Are you talking to us?"
She said, 'Hey, do you think Ogged would like this pose better?' and I took the picture. I'll take responsibility for cords. But, hey - at least you know we are in a well-wired place.
So, ogged ... you do like hooker boots? Or you don't like hooker boots? You gotta make up your mind on this one.
Should I wear the outfit when I go out tomorrow night?
Those are nice boots (which doesn't mean that my inner mullah is completely at ease). Where are you going, and in what company?
Oh, just some parties with a few thousand academics who will be drinking too much on an empty stomach. And after that .... who knows?
I'm in a city where anything could happen.
Then I guess it depends on whether you're up for anything.
I've since taken the dress off.
I, uh, I, er, ahem.
I like the picture, but get rid of the boa. Boas are best left as markers of Mom's failed attempts to revive Dad's flagging interest.
SomeCallMeTim hitting the truth so hard it hurts, ladies and gentlemen. Now I feel like I'm trapped in "The Ice Storm."
Yeah, FL, 13 really depressed me too, for some reason. I had this vision of my future wife of 20 years coming into our bedroom wearing fuzzy shoes and a Fredrick's of Hollywood bustier, as I try to fake excitement and appreciation so she won't be more embarrassed than she already surely is.
Boy, I'm in some kind of mood today, where I can turn a thread about profgrrrrl's Hottness into a meditation on my future loveless marriage that is as of now totally imaginary.
The marriage may be imaginary, but its lovelessness is a certainty.
I'm in some kind of mood today, where I can turn a thread about profgrrrrl's Hottness into a meditation on my future loveless marriage that is as of now totally imaginary.
I wouldn't worry about it. The fact that you think it will take 20 years of marriage to get to that point bespeaks a certain youthful hopefulness.
Anyone have any sleeping pills I can borrow?
I'm raining on the inside, ogged.
get rid of the boa
Or replace it with a real boa. That is hott.
Oh, God, apostropher, it's taken 20 years to exorcise that precise demon, and you have to revive it. Damn you, damn you!
Boys, it is NOT a boa. Puh-leaze. In what universe would PG actually have a boa.
It's just a scarf and I grabbed it so the outfit would have a little color in the photo.
And now ... collaboratrix and I are off to go lingerie shopping.
And then, lingerie blogging, one is almost afraid to hope aloud?
If this appears twice it's because connecting to unfogged is occasionally timing out.
But how does Ogged feel about the heels on the boots, that's what I want to know. Does he secretly love high heels so much that he hates himself for it and projects that onto women who wear high heels? Or is this whole anti high heels principle really very flexible, and apt to be lost in the moment?
Re 7: It's not that ogged doesn't like hooker boots, it's that he doesn't like what they signify. But we know that he's only comfortable when discomfited; he is most at home in the unheimlich. What he truly can't stand—and therefore can't get enough of—is his own face gazing back at himself with shamed lust, reflected in the shine of a leather boot.
For once, I'm with w-lfs-n. One look at his lust-filled face, and ogged's inner mullah starts letting him know just how unclean he is.
I can never get over the fact that I just happened on to a blog run by someone so frighteningly like me. It's eerie, I tell you.
But here's the question: given ogged's admitted ungovernable self-confliction, what characteristics from his must-not-have list must his perfect woman have? Me, I vote squeaks and English as a second language.
You can even see ogged's love of conflict in his professed desiderata (though they may just be the result of intellectual honesty wrt revealed preferences), like wanting an outdoorsy type despite probably freaking out over the very prospect of backpacking.
Sometimes I think you guys are making fun of me. Just wait until Labs and I get married; who will the joke be on then, eh? (This is probably not a rhetorical question.)
who will the joke be on then
Labs, methinks.
Just wait until Labs and I get married
It turns out ogged is too subtle for me by half. The implied must-not-have (a penis) is the must have.
