Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Ok, I had breakfast three hours ago, why am I hungry again?
Also I am extremely disappointed in myself today, as I tried on pants that had been so baggy this time last year that I had converted the waistband into a drawstring waist. They were tight. Everywhere. Ick.
I want to stab my fat with a fork.
I want to stab my fat with a fork.
Stab mine, too. I have lots of self-hate towards my body these days.
Which didn't, of course, stop me from having lobster ravioli in cream sauce at my work Xmas dinner last night. Oh, and cannoli.
I have lots of self-hate towards my body these days.
I'll join this party. I pretty much live in jammie pants and stretchy skirts these days. It's not pretty.
I too gorged myself on yummy Italian food at the work Holiday party. Yum. Yum. Yum. Mmmmmm...cannoli! And cheesecake! (yes. I had both.)
In TMI land,
anyone ever cough so hard they push out a tampon?
Not fun, I'll tell you.
Does stabbing help? Nothing else seems to.
vw, that's....impressive TMI. Though I would suggest it was just a sign that you needed to
change it,
rather than being a sign of an uber-cough.
I have, vw. I'm with you in the not fun opinion.
Lilty, I'm SO with you! The Internet is being attacked today.
I am out of time for the internets. I fear I must go to *choke* the *die* mall *shudder*.
Also, I have to work at the video game store today. Then, sit and watch a movie with my best friend while we pretend we aren't really just waiting for her to EXPEL A HUMAN BEING FROM HER BODY. (Yeah, the reality of this whole situation is really just sinking in.)
Steph,
I just put it in like 20 minutes ago.
That wasn't it.
Robin, my sistah in pain.
I am out of time for the internets.
Eek! I hope I'm not! That's still my plan!
EXPEL A HUMAN BEING FROM HER BODY
Hee!
Eek! I hope I'm not! That's still my plan!
No, you are fine. They can still make Christmas. They can't, however, make the Nana's gathering tommorrow or the office Secret Santa on Tuesday. (Well, maybe that, but not without paying it's price again in shipping.)
That wasn't it.
Then it WAS an uber-cough! Well done! (I feel that, since it's already happened, I should just offer positive feedback and then move on.)