I think I would rather be a figment of Jilli's imagination. Much more interesting than this. Sorry about Amoeba Records Crush Girl. See, that is the kind of thought I don't have when I am depressed...how many ponds my absence might cause a ripple in. Of course, sometimes I'm petrified that that wouldn't be so at all, but...
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
Hec, I'm so sorry about your crush girl.
You're lovely, Cindy.
I don't like it when my invisible friends get bad injuries, P-C. At least you didn't break your face. That's so last year.
Sorry about Amoeba Records Crush Girl. See, that is the kind of thought I don't have when I am depressed...how many ponds my absence might cause a ripple in. Of course, sometimes I'm petrified that that wouldn't be so at all, but...There would be ripples, but they'd be the pissed off kind. Seriously, I would be so bullshit at you, I'd dig you up, have your corpse bronzed, and send it to [a neocon so bad I can't even think of one bad enough but there you go] as a life size trophy in honor of his deep concern for and commitment to women's issues. And every year, I'd send a new neocon a trophy from the erika j. foundation, thanking them for all their hard work.
At least you didn't break your face. That's so last year.
Hey! 2004, I'll have you know!
Can I have some labor~ma for my cousin? She has been in labor since 1 am and she is still only 3 cm dialted.
Hey! 2004, I'll have you know!
See, even more passe than I thought.
Oh, your poor cousin, sj. I hope things wind up soon for her and the baby.
Whoa, Cindy. You play hardball, though not "Hardball" cause I'm not imagining screaming and interrupting right now, but..."when I first met you, you were like, 'oh, phooey, I burned the damn muffins.' Now you go into a bar and sailors come out. What's up with that?"
If I'm not quoting "Long Kiss Goodnight", erika is.
Man, I love me some erika.
Thanks, Cindy. I want word of a neice soon (I have already been promised to be an aunt).
Whoa, Cindy. You play hardball, though not "Hardball" cause I'm not imagining screaming and interrupting right now,I totally could.
but..."when I first met you, you were like, 'oh, phooey, I burned the damn muffins.' Now you go into a bar and sailors come out. What's up with that?"
Oh! I thought of a neocon bad enough. Ann Coulter.
It would be the erika j special spirit award. That's what.
Now you go into a bar and sailors come out.
This means I may never be able to meet Cindy in a bar.
P-C, sorry to hear about the dislocation. And, yes, you should still go to the doctor about physical therapy. You undoubtedly affected different muscles this time than last time and will need different/additional exercises to get everything back in shape. Don't be like my brother who wouldn't do his PT after a bike accident when he was 13. He goes to a chiropracter, now, at least once a month to get relief in his neck.
Yay, vw! Can't wait to see pictures!
So, this Teppy person thinks she has a birthday? How do we know she really exists? Isn't she just a blinvisible internet friend? "She" is probably a 50-year-old skeevy bald dude with skanky tattoos and a penile implant looking for love in all the wrong places. I say we should MARCIE her.