My feet hurt. It's way past my bed time.

My hair is even more spiky due to sweat (I got a compliment on it ---"it's very becoming on you").

I had a blast. Okay, first, it was awkward, no one was there except the really serious dancers, and I should have sat someplace else and introduced myself more but whatevah.

Sucked at my first dance, I don't knwo what the hell it was. Then I cha cha'd (I know the guy, he's not a terrific lead) Dad got there and I hustled. I love the hustle. I used to get teased becasue I'd dance every single one. But it paid off.

I didn't miss a beat. It was like I last danced 2 mths ago instead of two years or whatever it's been.

My legs ache, my feet are killing me. I've got to take a shower and go to bed.

Askye, yay for dance night! It sounds like fun.

Also yay for Mom bug's job!

Windy, backflung.

I haven't sent my tiara-ee her tiara yet. It may be a week or two.

Beth, ~ma for no soft tissue damage.

Amych! Wheee! Wonderful news.

I haven't even linked to pictures of tiaras I like, I'm a bad tiara -ee.

Here's a bitchly query:

I went to the gyn yesterday and was all poked and prodded. Today I started my period nearly a week early. Coincidence?

Not really.

Extra-special cramping is possible too.

You know what's weird? Reading the LJ of somebody that died in the last week

Wow. I can't imagine.

I don't get up early enough to put the stuff on for work

Aww c'mon, Askye, it's jewelry, it only takes a second! (Says the girl who doesn't tend to blow-dry her hair or put on makeup or contacts in te morning because ew, morning)

THIS leads to another Bitchly query:

If you're dating a gyn does he/she know extra sex stuff?

At the very least you can say, "Honey, we've got that pool party at the end of the month, do that poky thing and see if you can start my period early."

Is there fun stuff too?

wOOt. I got hold of my mom, finally. She now knows I am going to be living in sin with Daniel. And now that I am mentally letting go of her, in so many ways talking with her was so much easier.

Sin? There's going to be sin? Well, hey!

How the hell am I going to make it through the next two days, much less the two days driving alone?

ION? Just took out the final back seat in the mini van we bought, and the floor? Filthy.

Sin? There's going to be sin? Well, hey!

How the hell am I going to make it through the next two days, much less the two days driving alone?

My love, I had greatly rather attempt driving straight through without stopping when it is the two of us, and we can spell each other, than contemplate you attempting to do so on your own, with no rest but occational road-side naps. If you have to spend money on motel for yourself, and then we find we are short for same on the return journey, that will be better than you wrapping yourself and our shiny new (ok, not completely ancient) mini-van around a telephone pole.

If you die on the way to picking me up, I'll bloody well kill you. Or? find a way to do a reverse haunting.

Wow. I can't imagine.

It just ends four days before his death (he was killed in a hit and run). He's alive and excited about stuff like anybody would be - not knowing their death was imminent - and you go back find him linking to other people, including his daughter and you follow the link and she's grieving. It's horrible and fascinating.