Looks like Meghan played with fire a little, and she got a bit burned. Nothing big, but as you’ll see, there are things you just shouldn’t mess with.

I’ve already mentioned some of the effects of faeweave and the fact that our shop sell items made of that very fabric. I sometimes keep some samples at home. Mostly, those are sent to me for quality control purposes. I usually throw them out, but not this time. In particular, there was this unmarked white thong, which was left half-hidden under a pile of miscellaneous junk on my desk, pretty out of view. Meghan found it on Sunday morning, while I was still sleeping, and left with it. Her plan was to wear it next time we’d meet, and give me a hard time while mock-grilling me about its origins.

This morning, she decided on a whim that they looked pretty comfy, and would go well with these wicked tight black leather pants she hadn’t worn in a while. So, without giving it more thought, she slipped on the thongs, then squeezed herself into the pants, and went to work for a photo shoot (had a job in The Docks).

You, dear readers, KNOW where this is headed, right?

As it were, the thong was very pleasant to wear, but tended to ride up a little bit and bunch up on the front in a way that made her walk a little crooked. By noon, she was constantly looking for hiding spots to plunge her hands into her pants and rearrange her underwear (which always returned to its initial position within minutes). By the end of the afternoon, she was breathing heavily and had to come up with excuses of feeling a bit feverish. To make matters worse, the shoot was running late and they asked her to stay longer — up to 10:00 PM.

I just got off the phone with her. She says she can’t think straight, right now, and she’s on her way to make me pay for “my crimes against feminity.”

Guilty, your Honor.

I just hope the punishment fits the crime.

Jaycee

P.S.: now that you know what are the potential repercussions of faeweave, perhaps this is a good time to suggest you pay our Store a visit, and leave some underwear lying around next time some chick comes over.

To all those who have tried subscribing in the past (all two of you???), I must offer my most abject apologies.

To be frank (as in, the quality, not as in “Officer Frank”), I’m a bit new at this whole webmastering thing. You’d think that with working in an office that does this for a living, I’d be better at it, right? But the fact is, I’m not doing this with the full knowledge of my colleagues, so I can’t really ask for help on the technical side. So in the end, I’m left fending for myself, and setting some things up sometimes isn’t quite as easy as some folks make it sound like in their plugin description. “Three clicks and you’re done,” they say.

Yeah. At the rate of one relevant click every three days or so.

The good news is that I’ve finally got it working and successfully ran a test myself (something I wasn’t quite able to do in the past). I also have to congratulate Jack K. for being the first one to register. I’m saying this publicly because his faeries (“the girls,” as he calls them) were all cheering at the thought of “being #1″ and (at last) returned his wallet (which, at that point, was no longer of any value). I figure, since it’s my fault there were technical difficulties in his subscription, I should tell everyone in public (especially his “roomies”) that he’s NOT to blame, and that they shouldn’t take it out on HIM.

(Note, little ladies, that this is no invitation to take it out on me either. Why don’t you go pester the folks at paypal or s2Member instead?)

And on this note, it’s time for me to catch some Z’s.

(Oh, and yeah, I got together with my new chick-friend yesterday. We did the coffee thing, then a walk on the mountain, and a whole lotta stuff. Her name’s Meghan, and she’s REALLY sharp. We got into some trouble, too, but that’s a story for later.)

Cheers!

Jaycee