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.
{{juliana}} any type of ~ma you want, babe. As scarey as it all may feel right now, rest assured, you have the widest safety net in the whole world.
Burrell, I don't read Natter often, but I'm glad the scarey turned out okay for you (even if I don't know all the details.) It sounded like a world of "eek." But you survived to post about it and I'm glad the kids are alright.
Nora, I hate going to the eye doctor these days. With my eyes, it's not just dilating them anymore, it's "let's shoot you full of flourescent dye and take pictures of the inside of your eyeballs" fun. It's not painful, or not moreso than any shot, but it's always lots of "wait around for the next stage." Most days with an eye doctor appointment, I take the whole day off. And sometimes there's a vague queasiness from the dye. At least I get pretty colors in the toilet, afterwards!
Cassie, there are no colors to get? You can't dye one half red and one half green?
juliana, hang in there, bunny. eat marshmallows -- big ones
I seem to only have my summer supply of hair coloring. In summer, when my hair gets a little too faded by the sun, I just go to close to natural... In winter, sometimes a little deeper, richer color is good. Green? Never an option.
I don't know why I am obsessing about my hair color when there are so many other things to do. Obsessing about what to wear, for instance.
So many things to obsess about, so little time...
Well. That went longer than I was expecting. Just gave Bec a call, she's doing pretty well. We talked for a couple of hours about this 'n' that. She's still one of my favourite people.
Oh, I had a drink with TM!Girl last night. Still not sure if she's interested. But she did give me both her mobile and home number, and said she'd be getting off work at 7 on Monday. (No, I'm not just being clueless, the body language was all wrong during our drink together. But that might have just been because she was cold, so I'm withholding judgment.)
I don't know why I am obsessing about my hair color when there are so many other things to do. Obsessing about what to wear, for instance.
Obsession, by Calvin Klein, of course. Or Braying Jackass, by Chris Klein.
She's interested, goofball, she was just nervous.
She's interested, goofball, she was just nervous.
Hee. You realise, of course, that I'm editing heavily. But I am also inviting her out to dinner on Monday night, because that's just the kind of guy I am.
(No, I'm not just being clueless, the body language was all wrong during our drink together. But that might have just been because she was cold, so I'm withholding judgment.)
Well, to be fair, my body language almost always reads as uninterested. Which should be translated into "Get me some hot tea! Stat!"
We talked for a couple of hours about this 'n' that. She's still one of my favourite people.
And this is so lovely. I'm not always good at it, but when the ex and I get to this place it just feels nice to be able to talk to him because he still is one of my favorite people. Unlike those freaky UnAm favourites with their u's flung all about the place.
Unlike those freaky UnAm favourites with their u's flung all about the place.
t starts singing U And Me Against The World
No, I'm not just being clueless, the body language was all wrong during our drink together. But that might have just been because she was cold, so I'm withholding judgment.
I seem to be pretty much incapable of reading the body language, unless it's real obvious.
OK, I do notice if the woman in question makes lots of eye contact.
