'Safe'
[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.
There is no better way -- none better in all the world -- for me to hate myself than to go try on clothes. Specifically, lingerie. It's....seriously, I don't actually have words to explain how much I'm hating myself right nowOh.
That.
I just got a bunch of pictures of myself sent to me. Right there with you. I looked at the person in those pictures and boggled, and not in a good way.
Cass, your people are -- and I'm saying this as gently as I possibly can -- bugfuck insane. Be there for the niecelet however and whenever you can. And in the mean time, I'm sorry for your own loss, which it sounds like the family isn't exactly supporting you through either. Hrrmph.
I need some decorating help.
I love this pattern. [link] I was thinking of taking napkins and matching cording and making some throw pillows for our sofa and love seat. And maybe a window valance or curtains out of the tablecloth.
Unfortunately, it doesn't match the art I already have in our living room. What sort of art should I look for? I want something kind of contemporary, but still traditional and not florals. I was thinking black and white prints of Paris.
Teppy, please don't be so mean to yourself. You don't deserve it, and I hate to see anyone treating one of my friends that way.
Cass, your people are -- and I'm saying this as gently as I possibly can -- bugfuck insane.Oh thank heavens it's not just me thinking this. They really really are though...
And now I am laughing loonishly because It's Not Just Me.
Maybe something like this: [link]
Teppy, please don't be so mean to yourself. You don't deserve it
Ah, but you see, I disagree. I clearly deserve far more, because nothing else has gotten me to give one tiny damn about how I look and the fact that my father's entire family has heart disease of colossal proportions and I'm not exactly a poster child for cardiac health and yet I continue to do nothing about it except grow larger and more sedentary. Ack.
Ah, but you see, I disagree. I clearly deserve far more, because nothing else has gotten me to give one tiny damn about how I look and the fact that my father's entire family has heart disease of colossal proportions and I'm not exactly a poster child for cardiac health and yet I continue to do nothing about it except grow larger and more sedentary. Ack.
Change is hard, and you sound more than a bit overwhelmed, which only makes it harder. You'll figure it out.
Can I have waffles instead, Gud?
I misread this as "Can I have waffles instead, God?" which made me wonder about the theological implications of waffle eating and their effect on society.
My belief in waffles is strong. But it is not monotheistic. There are (another) grandma's waffles that have sausage in them and then the waffles we used to make most Sundays after going to the farmer's market.
Mmm, waffles.