I KNOW! She had such a great time.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
She's perfect, and I so want to meet her before she's all big. Also? The blue dress she wore to prom? Ooof. Fantastic. Did it match her eyes as well as I'm thinking it did? Just gorgeous.
Ack. I have to run and get my peeps. I think I am going to take them out to ice cream, to see if giving them a treat will cure me of my foul, foul, foul mood.
((Beej))
Aimee - so, how high was the porn flick bill on the room?
4 blocks to the Metro talking about his sinuses. Not one word of support for me.
I'm sorry, Beej. I hate to say it, but the fella seems to be acting like a bit of a schmuck. But it sounds like you've found a good doctor—I hope he can get everything straightened out for you.
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Emeline is indeed a gorgeous (and v. v. funny) girl.
Aimee - so, how high was the porn flick bill on the room?
A BRAZILLION DOLLARS!
What we should have done, was charge for the Porn in the hospitality suite. No paying for any future F2F's. Hell, Joe alone could raked in the bucks!
Cindy, that dress did, indeed match her eyes. I try to get into as much blue as possible. It was a beand new Gymboree silk dress. I got it for $5 on eBay. LOVES me some eBay.
I have a hard time believing that my recent asthma trouble is solely due to living with pets. I just...I can't believe that. God wouldn't hate me that much, would he?
Honestly, vw, I had no problems with pet allergies or asthma until I was 23-24, and living in an apartment and had a pet cat. Growing up, we always had cats, and had dogs on and off, and I had NO problems.
Sometimes allergies -- combined with the smaller space of an apartment versus a house -- can develop/worsen as you get older.
My doctor told me the same thing -- cats are toxic little critters -- and I said "Well, load me up on the good drugs." And they helped, but I kept having asthma exacerbations.
When the roommate who had the cat with me decided to get her own place, she took the cat, and while it was sad-making, literally since the day I stopped sharing the same living space as a cat, I haven't had one single asthma attack.
I'm not telling you what to do -- that's entirely your choice. (After all, I kept the cat and took the drugs. If the roommate hadn't been a total whackjob, we probably would have kept living together, which would have included the cat. So I'm pro-pet, absolutely.)
Just sharing my own experience. It's the reason I won't get a cat now. I love them, but I don't want to mess with asthma again.
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