I have just completely redecorated my living room in my head. I hope Emily likes my ideas so I can start actually doing it. I'm so excited!
'A Hole in the World'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
By the time I got someone to explain how to get to you from where I had gotten myself, I was out of time to be able to visit and get to where I needed to be next. I'm just still kicking myself.
I felt like I was on the run all weekend, but had a blast!
Happy International Women's Day
Ooooh. We get a day? A *whole* day?
I feel much less marginalized now.
"My Boobs are Shrinking and Other Realities of Depression"
THIS NEEDS TO BE A BOOK!
Happy International Women's Day
Ooooh. We get a day? A *whole* day?
I think I'll celebrate by reading and wearing pants. But tomorrow! Back to the kitchen and no shoes for me!
I figured that is what happened. I hate the no-sense-of-direction-having thing. But it's a learning disability. I'm stuck with it. I did not figure this out till I tried to go on bus training three different times.(Ok, so I'm lost but persistent)
It's Women's History Month.
Several years back my town used to have a Women's History Month festival kind of thing, but then they stopped -- maybe lack of partcipation. I'm trying to think if it happened around the time the feminist/queer bookstore closed (the owner closed it for health reasons and there's never been another. I loved that bookstore).
The airport here had a dedication ceremony for the bust of Amelia Earhart that was added to the aviation museum.
It wasn't even a joke. I thought you did mean compote. Lee, it doesn't have to have figs -- that's like disliking cupcakes because they're chocolate (okay, maybe the cupcake example is completely unrealistic).
When I saw a picture of myself at an uncle's funeral that came in the middle of me taking too-large doses of narcotic painkillers and trying to deal with the knee injury, I had collarbones that could have cut glass.
It was pretty horrible, and I can't believe no one told me.
*sigh* I need a cut and color.
I had collarbones that could have cut glass.
I looked like this when I was going through my at-the-gym-for-an-hour-everyday-consuming-1000 callories-a-day-taking-4-Xenadrine-a-day phase. No one told me either. I looked like a bird. But then, I look at the pictures and say, "See? Right here? Flabby and gross. Soooo fat."