Everything is pissing me off tonight. (The most likely source being an offline situation which is at this point completely out of my hands.) Someone say something pleasant and calming.
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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I'm continually inspired by bt's lack of petty, in all seriousness.Me too. I really am.
I don't have a new chiro yet. But, though I did think this was a rib out of place at first when it started to hurt a week or two ago, I'm not sure an adjustment would fix it.
Actually I am talking out my ass since I don't have any clue at all what is wrong. Just that something is definitely wrong.
Maybe I should call my old chiro and see what he says. Or call my doctor's office and see what the on-call doctor says.
Someone say something pleasant and calming.
Pink shoes [link]
Puppy [link]
Kitten [link]
chocolate [link]
I think I would always hope Other guy slipped on a banana peel, but maybe that is why I have time to post so much.
chocolate [link]
THAT's the one I need...
Gods, I'm punchy tonight though. If it weren't almost midnight, I'd go to the gym and wreck my knees.
Someone say something pleasant and calming.
Uhm, you're the prettiest woman I know with blue hair?
Someone say something pleasant and calming.Oops.
Um...
The ocean is very nice. Waves pretty.
Phew. Okay, erika's Soul Thangs 2 & 3 just needed more O'Jays and Barry White to reach completion. (As do we all.)
Just curious, not trying to mitigate the stroking, but Hec, do you know many blue-haired women?ETA: Depends on what you want to finish, I think. But even so, I trust your instinct... I want my "First, Last, and Everything", after all.
Uhm, you're the prettiest woman I know with blue hair?
Ha! ('Cause that would sound really backhanded if I didn't know you lived in SF. But I do, so thank you.)
Yesterday I was on my way to DSW, and this guy in front of me on the escalator kept turning around to stare at me. Like, eye-contact staring. Very uncomfortable. I was trying to avoid meeting his gaze, but he was right in my sightline, and so I finally just said "Why are you staring at me?" and he started shouting at me "Why you looking at me with that shitty expression on your face if you're having a bad day don't take it out on me..." and by that time I'd gotten off the escalator as fast as I could and into the store (where, thankfully, he didn't follow me), and the whole thing was harmless but incredibly disturbing, and I've felt self-conscious ever since every time I step out my front door.
(That's not the offline thing I mentioned earlier, but it sure hasn't been helping. Why must people be assholes?)