I don't ask questions.
Sounds like the dog should.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
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I don't ask questions.
Sounds like the dog should.
First the dog should master "not falling down."
That's the baby.
waves weakly
I read a whole lot of posts and had stuff to say, but now too tired.
Can I go to bed now?
Two bedrooms, fireplace, no deposit and not crazy high rent during the two months... It's in a nice area - not one that I want to stay in being single and in a new city but certainly a nice area. Am I crazy?
Absolutely not. For two months, you can relax in a great place, while giving yourself time to search for a more permanent option. I think it's a great idea.
Is it bedtime yet?
You are preaching my song. Went to the doctor today, was diagnosed with bronchitis. Woo. Came home, cancelled things, and slept until the overly loud rap music from the room next door woke me up. Good song. Bad timing.
I was supposed to go to the Vagina Monologues at EKU tonight. But honestly, in a face-off between getting friendly with my pillow and listening to other women talk about their na-nahs, the pillow won.
No more sinus infections, bronchitis, asthma, cardiac difficulties, gastrointestinal difficulties, or any other bad things for any Buffistas or associated family and friends. I decree it. And not just because I'm selfish either.
Let's see how well that works.
Let's see how well that works.
::crosses fingers for libkitty's Decree of Health::
Much test~ma and no-asthma-attacks~ma, vw.
Surgery~ma, JenP. May it have the best possible outcome.
All the -ma I've got, JenP.