But I am duly embellished, yo.This is bad time to think of the Bedazzled commercials. Though they would be damn sparkly...
Oh! I have a Buffy the Backside Slayer to buff my dull skin away. I love how they leave you buffed and buttery soft.
And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men: evil. You know, straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy metropolis BAD.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Cass - Feb 23, 2006 8:52:59 pm PST #907 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Cass - Feb 23, 2006 9:00:30 pm PST #908 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
SonofaBITCH inside right knee is wickedly black and blue. Do I know why? Nope... But it hurts. And makes me cranky.
Fun and happy and glad to just be naked is one thing. Trying to play off massive bruising as no big deal is a whole 'nother thing entirely.
Bad Cipro! Kill the bugs and leave the Tep tum alone!
juliana - Feb 23, 2006 9:04:55 pm PST #909 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Basically, I just try to have a good time. I mean, be light and silly and sexy and honest, and open. I am having so much more of a good time, in bed and out, in my 30's because I am trying to please myself as well as the guy I'm with.
Le word. (BTW, Hec? Your comment about my recovery going past "rebound" and into "Superball fired in a squash court" territory may be extrapolated outward, as well. Or bedward. As it were.)
Cass - Feb 23, 2006 9:14:49 pm PST #910 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Off to loll in a Lush bath. Likely Butterball. Likely will stay a while.
Volans - Feb 23, 2006 9:34:38 pm PST #911 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Nice headline: [link]
Cass - Feb 23, 2006 10:05:54 pm PST #912 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Butterball bath time
When combined with glitter bombs
Leads to sparkly boobs
DavidS - Feb 23, 2006 10:42:53 pm PST #913 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
(BTW, Hec? Your comment about my recovery going past "rebound" and into "Superball fired in a squash court" territory may be extrapolated outward, as well. Or bedward. As it were.)
You be careful out there!
Spidra Webster - Feb 24, 2006 1:32:53 am PST #914 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Cass, I hope your knee feels better. Tep, I hope your back continues to feel good and that the Cipro stops messing with you.
I don't know if Augmentin is waking me up but this is the second night this week when I've woken up after 3 or 4 hours sleep. I had a bad nightmare.
I was doing door security as part of my shared reception duties at work (it didn't look like my work but I know the way one knows in dreams that it was work). There was a weird pushy salesguy (we have a "no soliciting sign" at work and they all pretend they don't know they're solicitors). My co-workers are the type to just buzz anyone in whereas I actually ask their business before I let them in. In the dream, I didn't let the guy in but went outside into the building's ante-chamber to talk to him. When it became apparent that - yes - he was a salesguy, I let him know that I was going back in the building. He rushed past me. I yelled at my co-worker NOT to let him in, but my co-worker didn't listen to me. As soon as the guy got in the door, he had some technological way of sealing the door shut. Suddenly work became a bank. And while I yell at my co-worker "I TOLD you not to let him in!" somehow it becomes apparent that this guy (who's morphed from simply eccentric weird to really homicidally scary weird) has my eldest brother (the one I have the most sibling rivalry with) among the hostages in the bank. Though I'm outside the glass doors, somehow this guy still has business with me and keeps me around through threats. He's watching me so I can't call 911. I try to do it with the cell phone in my pocket but I keep hitting pound and other signs instead of 9.
There's all sorts of other weirdness and scariness that went on in the dream. It was very tense. At the point I woke up, I'd escaped for the moment (well, since my brother was in the bank I knew I couldn't feel like I was completely out of the woods) by running into a school shuttle bus and demanding the guy jet me out of there before the bank robber's henchwoman could see.
I hate dreams like this. I don't exactly have a night terror kinda feeling (which would really suck because I live alone in a sketchy neighborhood; it's not hard to imagine things when you have so much reality to work with), but I'm a bit tense.
Hey, maybe I'll get lucky and manage to see Nilly posting. I love it when that happens.
Stephanie - Feb 24, 2006 2:29:25 am PST #915 of 10001
Trust my rage
Morning, Bitches! I'm finally mailing my Bitch Blanket today. It's about time. Other than that, it should be a quiet day and weekend, too. We had a woman ask about seeing the house tomorrow, but I haven't heard back from her.
Ellie and I had a great time at my parent's house. We did nothing (truly) but it was fun to just hang out and not be soley responsible for a small human all the time. And, since I haven't done this in a while, here's a picture of Ellie with balloons my mom got her for Valentine's Day. [link]
vw bug - Feb 24, 2006 2:35:30 am PST #916 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Stephanie, she is getting BIG! Oh my goodness!