{{askye}} rough week , but things will change
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
Tackle-hugs Bitches.
I'm here! In Chicago! Soon I am going to take an adventure by myself to the Art Institute while the boy is at work! It's lovely here! I flew on two planes! In airports the sidewalks MOVE!
went off to get coffee feeling really upbeat, enthusiastic and positive for no reason, like a load had lifted off my shoulders. No idea where this has come from, but I'm going to try to hold onto it.
That sounds great. I hope it lasts.
11 papers in 16 weeks is just too damn much.
Go, Chikat!
Have fun Lilty
aw, Lilty is Teh Cute.
I was mocked for my amazement at the sidewalks. But seriously, in Detroit, I had to walk like 40 gates to get a smoke (which I REALLY needed after my first flight.) So, I start walking, and realize at some point that people next to me aren't walking, they're gliding. I see the sidewalks and am all "Hells yes!". On the way back, I found a monorail that was even faster than that.
Also, I am fantastically jealous of my ex's apartment, view, and ginormous bathtub. I covets it for me own, I does.
Yeah, JZ...I just started it yesterday. Thanks a lot! Hi, Bitches...have been offline planning an f2f with a disabled online writer friend in from Pasadena. Sj, I am so that person...I did that to my bf.(I didn't mean anything not intimate. In my private life I'm just...private, but I think now I might handle that differently,if I get another shot.
Ple -- glad that my socks made you smile!
beathan -- I've had a few name changes on the board (through the board's various incarnations) and I've been confused about who people were.
So, I went back to the insurance place to have them take a picture. The insurance lady's response to my car "OHSHIT!"
Yeah, the damage is more extensive than I'd like to admit. Infact my brain is playing tricks on me, I see the car, I see the damage but it's not quite registering...my brain is rejecting the data my eyes are sending and trying to use a nicer image.
However bad my car looks it's totally drivable, which I think is a big plus. Not that I really want to be driving it like this, but I don't have to make a trip to the mechanic.
In a minute I'm going to call the body shop and see when I can take it in. I want to get it in today, but there's no one to take me back home (And I don't think they offer that service). It's close enough (under 2 miles) that I'd consider walking back. Maybe.
I do have a question -- if the person I hit has uninsured motorist coverage, what does that mean for me? I still can't find the paper work so I also have to call teh police station and get the information for the woman's insurance so I can contact them.
Sj, I am so that person...I did that to my bf.(I didn't mean anything not intimate. In my private life I'm just...private, but I think now I might handle that differently,if I get another shot.
I didn't think I was that person either, but I was thinking about it on the way home and to me "this is my friend" sounds like "no really we're just friends". My brain is a strange, often not good place.
have been offline planning an f2f with a disabled online writer friend in from Pasadena
Good luck with that, erika.
Yay, Lilty! Have fun.
Lilty-- I still get a thrill when I'm moving sidewalks. They move!
sj -- I'd talk to Tea Cup guy about being introduced as a friend.