this one time? At crip camp...

Bwah!

Are you slowly coaxing the bangs out?

I am indeed. I love how full it is in the back now, too. Seems much thicker, which is purely due to the cut.

Of course, growing bangs would be easier if I had some music to do it by. And, you know, to write by. ::blinks innocently::

Went to crip camp a few times(this one time? At crip camp...) But I didn't really fit there either. I suspect I was already too old to be jazzed by campfire-type amusements.

ex-GF went to Amputee Camp for a couple years in her early teens. That's where she had her first kiss. Seems like that should be a TAR episode or at least an After School Special.

(There is, of course, a great TAR episode about regular old camp.)

Of course, growing bangs would be easier if I had some music to do it by. And, you know, to write by. ::blinks innocently::

Speaking of incentive based systems...Well, I'm totally manipulable in that fashion. Let's take it to email and we'll figure out exactly what'll get your keyboard clacking.

Yeah...lots of people tell me that. I, however, was as popular as Ann Coulter in the natural-foods co-op. I brought books instead of lip gloss.ETA: Nobody knows about this...I never wanted to admit to my mother that as social advice, "Be yourself," total lie. Even Among The Damaged. They did laugh when I cracked on people though...the more things change...

I brought books instead of lip gloss.

Priorities, missy!

Hey, can I use your washer/dryer while I'm there?

Of course! And I got your e. Running some reports now but will answer soon.

When I was younger, summer was goof off time. We heard a lot of, "in or out, pick one" and "you and your little friends need to take the party outside" and "OUT!" Ah, summer.

Yeah, babe. Pretty harsh when other spazzes think you are a spaz.

crip camp

Am I the only one who read this and thought, "Wow, erika was a gang-banger?"

Hec, insent to gmail.

We heard a lot of, "in or out, pick one" and "you and your little friends need to take the party outside" and "OUT!" Ah, summer.

I remember that! And lots of kickball, and waiting for the ice cream truck. And then, summer of seventh grade, all the boys had mopeds. And all the girls had moped burns on the inside of their calves from the exhaust pipe.

We heard a lot of, "in or out, pick one" and "you and your little friends need to take the party outside" and "OUT!" Ah, summer.

We definitely heard this from my mother -- sometimes if she was desperate to get us out from underfoot, it was the extended version, as in: "out! A little rain won't hurt you -- it'll just keep you cool!"