Because I was in that dating pool?No. Because I don't need to be introduced to Major Stuff-Up. Bastard already is stalking me.
But she was naked! And all... articulate!
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
Cass - Aug 22, 2005 6:58:39 pm PDT #7975 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Pix - Aug 22, 2005 7:09:38 pm PDT #7976 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
BACK OFF MY BITCHES, WORLD!!!
DavidS - Aug 22, 2005 7:14:42 pm PDT #7977 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
BACK OFF MY BITCHES, WORLD!!!
::hushed golf announcer voice:: "And then, Kristin made a dramatic entrance. With a flaming sword."
Cass - Aug 22, 2005 7:37:28 pm PDT #7978 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
BACK OFF MY BITCHES, WORLD!!!Yes, listen to Kristin for she is wise in this.
How are you doing tonight? Are you feeling better?
Okay a painfully hot bath, a nicely cold beer and a some fine U.S. pharmacuticals (Which, okay, googling tells me is usually dosed out at three times what I have. Explains the painful wimpiness of it.) are good things when combined. Now to ice. I didn't drain the tub yet as I suspect there is another round in the offing before I can try for sleep.
Steph L. - Aug 22, 2005 7:39:27 pm PDT #7979 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Alert: alcohol and drugs shouldn't be mixed. It's bad. And wrong. But I'll take the risk tonight with one of each if it means the pain that has me on the verge of tears eases up just a little.
Eh, it's not like you're approaching Elvis levels. (I mean, in general I oppose mixing booze and pills, but -- you're in pain, honey. Do it.)
t edit Cass, what drugs are you taking? Please tell me it's flexoril. That's the only muscle relaxer that's worth a damn.
I have a haircut appointment for 10 a.m. tomorrow -- it was the only appointment I could get for the next 2 weeks. When did my stylist get so popular? She and I are going to have a chat. But yay -- I will be de-fright-wig-ified!
Ginger - Aug 22, 2005 7:42:15 pm PDT #7980 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It didn't work, Kristin.
Those of you who read James Thurber may remember that the one thing that didn't happen the night the bed fell was the bed actually falling. I have old twin beds that I've been moving around a lot because I was painting. Apparently the little metal doohicky that holds the frame together got loosened or knocked off in this process. I was leaning across the bed to put on the mattress pad and it collapsed. I wasn't even lying on the damn bed. My body has that "you're going to regret this in morning" feeling.
I'm so glad there are no video cameras in my house, although I suppose that could be the next great reality show: Ginger vs. Gravity.
Pix - Aug 22, 2005 7:49:37 pm PDT #7981 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
This is getting ridiculous. Aimee's horrific bank card fraud, Ginger's vicious bed frame, Cass' poor back, GC's poor Gram, Fay's car...I'd go on, but it might give the Powers That Be more ideas.
t brandishes flaming sword
Be. Nice. To. My. Bitches. I don't know how to use this thing, and I'm liable to set something on fire.
Cass - Aug 22, 2005 7:51:58 pm PDT #7982 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Ginger vs. Gravity.Oh dear, I hope you can conquer gravity in the end. And I hope you aren't too sore from the battle in the morning. I'm debating voting gravity off of the island but I don't know if that would be for the best.
but -- you're in pain, honey. Do it.We're not even close to Elvisifying right now. Just edging towards the tolerable realm of shocking pain. Though I suppose Elvis might have started with a beer in the bath at some point. I should jot down some lyrics maybe.
Not flexoril either, though there shall be a phoned in request for it tomorrow if I can't get the insurance cleared up enough to actually see the doctor. Especially as I can't get through work tomorrow with a beer and a bath waiting for me at half hour intervals.
Tonight I have methocarbamol which has never impressed me in the least. It's part of a combo kit for the stress headaches.
Steph L. - Aug 22, 2005 7:53:17 pm PDT #7983 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Okay, I'm going to acquiesce to the time zone and try to go to sleep. So Cass, I hope you get some pain relief, honey. My back is sending back~ma westwards.
Steph L. - Aug 22, 2005 7:57:27 pm PDT #7984 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Cereal:
Tonight I have methocarbamol which has never impressed me in the least.
Eh. Methocarbamol -- if you take 2 -- with a beer -- is good for weekend-warrior type muscle aches. Honestly, I don't think it does shit for pain that's worse than a 2 or 3 (on a scale of 0 to 10, where 0 is, well, zero, and 10 is Just Fucking Kill Me Now). When my back was injured, pre-surgery, methocarbamol did nothing for it. It's decent for cramps, I suppose. But I've often suspected it of being a placebo.
Flexoril, on the other hand, is Teh Shit. It fucking rules.