Uh oh. ::glances Teppyward::
Yes. This is a fear.
I know, O Pain-Having Cashmere. But if you continue glancing Teppyward, you'll also see how totally treatable it is. I can lift weights (that's the only equivalent I can think of to lifting Big and Little Os), bellydance, fence, and have acrobatic sex.
It's totally fixable. And, generally, fixable without surgery. I was on the far side of the bell curve.
I don't think of myself as pale , but I am paleer than I appear. but since it has been years since I've worn make up - I can't even say how much living in CA has changed that. ( more sun, more outside - and once I tan, I tend to stay that way)
Itchiness is leaving, so I am going to assume it was missing allergy meds that tried to drive me crazy.
and now I need to go clean the guest room
I can lift weights...bellydance, fence, and have acrobatic sex.
And really...what more could we possibly want?
A flocked sponge is a makeup sponge with a velour-ish texture. It's perfect for applying powered makeup.
crawls into the collective Bitchly lap, offers puppy eyes and purring in exchange for hairpats and cuddles
Heya. Not a high self-esteem day. Demons catching up with me. Holding it together at work becoming increasingly tricky proposition. Want to go for a run, but must wait 6 hours. Oy.
::stokes juliana's hair::
In eight days you will be surrounded by more love than you can even imagine and more people that want to shag you senseless than you'll know what do with.
And also a baby that will want you to be her mom.
So that's what Krav is.
Heh. Okay, kinda.
And then there's the bit with my sloppy C&P.