If we had this, and affordable, accessible healthcare, we'd never recognize the place.
That's 'cause you'd be living in Cuba.
'Out Of Gas'
[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.
If we had this, and affordable, accessible healthcare, we'd never recognize the place.
That's 'cause you'd be living in Cuba.
Wait. I missed the Olivia photos. I'm also not clear on flickr, in general. I somehow managed to add myself, so that I can see all of Stephanie's photos, a long time ago, but have never again found where to do that (for Cashmere's photos, Plei's photos, etc.). What if I have cute baby withdrawal? This is SERIOUS.
Hey GC, know when you are going to OR yet?
Alas, I am going from Fri 8/11 - Mon 8/14. I will miss the coolness of your 80s celebration. Raise a glass to me with your fingerless-lace-gloved hand!
Plllbbbbt!
Hee. Just kidding. Have a good time.
What if I have cute baby withdrawal? This is SERIOUS.
With the flickr you could let people know your flickr name and then they can go to your profile and add you as a contact. And then you can go to your profile to the list titled "Who Calls You a Contact?" and click on their profile link to add them as a Contact. And then when they add new pictures they'll show up in the Photos from Your Contacts page.
I feel like there should be a less complicated way though...
Picture this [link] with black leggings, wide belt or two, jelly bracelets, big hair and turquiose eyeshadow.
80's? Or just horrid fashion sense outside of the 80's?
could you check for me to see if you work with my mother-in-law?
amych, both her age and her sexual orientation peg her as not a grandmother, but I'll check.
(That's the part that baffles me the most, I think. Um, how can you support them, they hate you!?!)
Oh, lisah! That's hyterical. Chris caught sight of the photo when it was up on my screen, and took it to be real, which added to the funny.
Now I have to remember my flickr name. Damn. I shouldn't have the internets.
That looks/sounds perfectly 80s to me! I had a black-and-white-striped, bubble-skirted spandex dress back in 1986. I wore it to a dance and have PICTURES of me in it. Oh the horror, the shame!
But they'd still learn numbers. Like what a kilogram is. Because those little kids shouting "five-oh," on the Wire are not dragged back to school because there is one truant officer for nine hundred kids or something. And maybe the schools are shabby and broken and mismanaged like in Anacostia. Fucking Einstein would "give up" then. (Somewhere my literary boyfriend goes to lunch with a smile though he doesn't know why.) Co-worker's a moron.