Estimate for car repair: $2200!!!!!!! Ack.
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I could go in your place, ita.
Oh, Rio, I'm so sorry!
I should stop bitching. I'm healthy and my car wasn't just crushed.
Okay, really leaving now.
Lee should totally go watch men get naked. Go for me, Lee!
Consuela, when I was 16, in the USSR, the last days I got a vile nasty bad case of strep that made me unable to deal with all but liquids (even after going through everybody's antibio supplies) and these little old babushkas started making me pureed soups of all sorts and everyone else in my group babied me. It means a lot, even as you know you are being an inconvenience without a sign from the people caring for you.
Again, poor you, and poor her and when her english gets better? She'll probably fall all over herself. I did in bad, bad russian.
Ouch, Rio!
What kind of men, ita?
Rio, ouch! How old was it?
RIO THAT SUCKS. I'm really sorry. Ack indeed.
Suela, you are a saint, and as sarameg says, your saintliness is probably most appreciated by this woman who is sick beyond the telling of it far away from home and everything comfortable within. much ~ma for you, your brother's fiancee, and your sister.
Yeah, that woman is damn lucky to have a family to take care of her, so far away from her own family.
In completely other news, I'm watching Desparate Housewives, and Marcia Cross is way too skinny to look sexy with her back arched -- she was all ribs and clavicle and nasty. Upright, she looks fine.
Rio, fuck, that's suckage. Insurance?
I could go in your place, ita.
I don't see much reason why not. It's not like I know the chick whose birthday it is -- one of the krav instructors invited me. Do I call with my regrets, even though there's already nudity on display, and hopefully booze and noise? Or do I just go to the kitchen and make myself dinner?
What kind of men, ita?
Ones with ... I dunno. Pretty ones, I figure, with the WeHo proximity.
And I'm out of Imitrex -- they may have finally refilled my prescription, but there's no fucking way I'm leaving the house tonight to pick it up. I'll have to make do with Vicodin and ginger ale.