Well, these days I think they're inching toward Cs. I like that but not the gut that's also growing.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
What Cash said. I would love to be able to buy a tank top/cami and not think about having to layer it with something else so bra straps aren't showing.
I'll start caring about my love life again after I've nurtured my laugh life.
This really could be the tag line for my life, but instead of tattooing it on my forehead, I'll just use it here, if I may, Mr. BT?
I don't even do the tank top thing. I feel like my upper body is a big box on top of thin legs so I don't accentuate it. I like tanks, too.
Hooray for Tom and Nora moved-in-ness! Beer first, unpacking second.
Woohoo Tom and Nora!
P.S. You can also scoff at the idea that Airdale Terriers were once big scary evil beings.
Wait! Suddenly W's comment about "standing guard against terriers and rogue nations" makes a lot more sense. And is a lot scarier.
OMG I have never been so tired in my life.
I think that's all I have to say. I took a bath in our big ass Jacuzzi tub with a glass of wine. That was nice. I can get on the internets. That's good. Central AC is the shit. We have a house. Crazy.
YAY NORA!!! New house is so exciting!
The movers and the cable guys were all, "hey, this is a really nice house!" for no reason whatsoever, and my heart swelled with pride. Yes it IS!
My friend the mover is supposed to come over today and get the queen boxspring into the guest room on the third floor (note: this procedure will involve hacking it apart, folding it up like a taco, and stabilizing it somehow once moved) and I'm torn between wanting him to come over because I want the boxspring out of my living room, and wanting him to not call because I'm in my nightgown and feel kind of oogy.