Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
After I got out, got a 9-5 job and had all this free time on my hands after work. At first it was awesome - I could watch movies all night and it didn't matter.
I feel it continues to be awesome. It was awesomest at first, though, because I would think to myself, wow, there's nothing I'm Not Doing, or Should Be Doing, and w00t! And then I'd drink a beer and watch the Simpsons. Awesome. Hello to simple pleasures.
I called in sick today. I just couldn't get out of bed. Bleahhhhhhh
This was me yesterday.
it ought to be due to Bitches winning big lotto jackpots.
There's a good thought.
voice of doom
t Visualizing a Maria scowly voice of doom. Am charmed.
I sorta remember "me" time, it was fun.
Yeah, the me time evaporates when you have kids.
Gud, I wish you all the best.
I sorta remember "me" time, it was fun.
Yeah, I imagine that all goes out the window with kids.
I have less "me" time now than I used to, just with the being married and reality that my actions or inactions do impact someone else.
apropos of nothing much, the "Road To Stardom" recaps on TWOP are very amusing. And, yay, American Idol recaps will start soon (I don't watch the show but faithfully read Shack's recaps every week, and giggle.)
I sorta remember "me" time, it was fun.
Yeah, I imagine that all goes out the window with kids.
Also with running a theater. I should have run marathons before I moved back here, not after. Much more free time.
JSw! Many mwahs! to you. But my voice of doom is a terrifying thing. I learned from the best--12 years of Catholic school teachers and my father. Charmed may come after years of therapy.
I have less "me" time now than I used to, just with the being married and reality that my actions or inactions do impact someone else.
What Nora said. Even though we're not married, we have a commitment to each other. It was tough on both of us to learn what our boundaries were, and compromise became a staple.
This sounds like a really great idea.
I've wrestled in jello before, so I'm not too sure about the idea of bathing in it.