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.
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?)
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.
Yes. You should. This doesn't sound like something you should let slide.
