Well, I knew it was nice, I just didn't know what to do with that fact.
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Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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 I particularly like is that there are automorphisms, isomorphisms, and homomorphisms, and they all mean different things and I'm supposed to keep them separate. Except don't they all mean "same/equal shape"? I mean, I do know what they mean, but... argh.
Not a hayseed. And while, yes, they probably will make faces at you, they will be WRONG WRONG WRONG to do so.
Oh, poo, Stephanie.
You can join me in my cranky corner. Lillian's napping, and Paul's off at work because there's a broadcast or taping or something. (David Lynch is to blame. For reals.) I'm awake, and nothing is getting done, because I have to be here with the baby while she naps, and when she wakes up, I need to be entertainment central.
I seem to have forgotten how to live nicely with other people in the last year.
Sorry, Steph. This feeling comes and goes for me, too.
What Emily said, with an added they were WRONG to remove the lable, and you should at least torture them for a little while for doing so, even if that is all you accomplish.
Right, wrong to make faces.
Vintage clothes are generally more lovely than actually financially valuable. And I'd never sell the thing of course. But I want it nice and like he had it. And they didn't fucking get that. I said replace the missing buttons, not ALL the buttons (they don't show, its a covered placket) Grrr. Just pissy is all.
You can join me in my cranky corner.
Thanks, I think I need to be there. Sometimes I wish I could just take a timeout for myself, stop time for a bit, and come back when I'm ready to deal with life again.
How's Lily doing with the food? Anything new?
{{{all Buffista parents}}} Because I am sure you all deserve it for one reason or another, and because I think you are the coolest of parents.
Sometimes I wish I could just take a timeout for myself, stop time for a bit, and come back when I'm ready to deal with life again.
Truer words were never typed.
OK, I celebrated the non-gestational diabetes with a scoop of Dove vanilla ice cream and now the baby is doing the merengue.