Anya ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
More often than not I end up talking myself into it, though. "I'm stuffed up. I should have a cookie" or "Today was absolute hell so I deserve cake" or even "I just tripped over my own feet. I need peanut m&ms."
I do this with shopping. Bad day=need a new purse. I'm trying to stop that.
{{{{vw}}}}
$5 sounds okay, Andi. Your salon is in your town, right? I always tip my hairstylist 20%, but my stylist in MN was a friend and I just got used to that.
No more shakey, quakey ground!
I'm actually halfway impatient to feel my first quake in SF.
It was bad enough for me that when I got a root canal and the doc wanted to give me steriods to help heal, I refused them. He insisted and actually gave me the pills, but I threw them away. It did me no harm not to take them in that instance; it just made my healing time longer.
Heh. My doc was all "feel free to grab a Motrin from the nurse on the way out."
Woohoo! LAND SURFING!
I usually end up over-tipping, so I'm not real helpful with the advice on that one.
I pretty much tip everybody I should tip 20%. The math is easier for me and I don't have to keep seperate accepted tip percentages in my head! I'm very lazy.
The land moving doesn't freak me out, but this building just sucks for surfing on it.
I'm actually halfway impatient to feel my first quake in SF.
I didn't feel a single one the whole time I lived out there. 5 years. There were a few small ones during that time but I'd always be out of town.
It was bad enough for me that when I got a root canal and the doc wanted to give me steriods to help heal, I refused them.
I don't blame you! They sound freakin' evil as all get out.
My doc was all "feel free to grab a Motrin from the nurse on the way out."
We share the same dentist, brenda.