I did let my girlfriend write his name on his forehead since she kept calling him by someone else's name at the party.
How could you not?
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
beth b - Oct 03, 2006 8:00:54 pm PDT #5923 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
victor infante - Oct 03, 2006 8:02:16 pm PDT #5924 of 10000
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
God, the donkey... Poor donkey. There are times I miss Tiajuana. This is not one of those times at all.
So, one of my myriad old roommates went to Tiajuana with a friend, and when the cab driver asked him where he wanted to go, he said "take us to the donkey show!"
To which the driver replied, his voice distraught, "No, man. The donkey died!"
Daisy Jane - Oct 03, 2006 8:21:34 pm PDT #5925 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
At least it was in eyeliner.
The writing I mean. I have no idea if the donkey was in drag.
Polter-Cow - Oct 03, 2006 9:01:52 pm PDT #5926 of 10000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Soylent Green is Yeller! Yeller!!
billytea, I'm not sure if the color reference was intentional, but you're either accidentally brilliant or just plain so.
Cass - Oct 03, 2006 9:03:55 pm PDT #5927 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
To which the driver replied, his voice distraught, "No, man. The donkey died!"Heh.
Cass - Oct 03, 2006 9:06:42 pm PDT #5928 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Okay, now my mind went from burro to burrito. I just squicked myself with thoughts of dead donkey dong in tortillas... But no crema cause that would just be too many shades of wrong.
Volans - Oct 03, 2006 10:13:46 pm PDT #5929 of 10000
move out and draw fire
AAaannnddd that reminds me of a game show we invented in college (we being me and a gay male friend, obviously): "Guess the Animal Dick!"
Blindfolded contestant #1: "mmm, *smack* *smack* Giraffe?"
DCJensen - Oct 04, 2006 3:44:42 am PDT #5930 of 10000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Bitches has suddenly taken a weird turn. Or is that redundant?
sj - Oct 04, 2006 3:48:00 am PDT #5931 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It seems like a normal Bitch day to me.
vw bug - Oct 04, 2006 4:15:40 am PDT #5932 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
What happened?
Sorry…I really did go crawl into bed shortly after writing my post last night.
I saw my psychopharmacologist (from hereon called “shrink”) last night. Actually, I need to back up, ‘cause I don’t think I shared this anywhere (here or LJ). Last week I was unofficially diagnosed with fibromyalgia. So, last night I saw my shrink. He is pleased with how well I am doing, blah, blah, blah. But, he disagrees with the unofficial diagnosis. He thinks it is more likely that because of all of the psychotropic meds I’m on I am experiencing night twitches while I sleep. This is causing me to not sleep deeply, which then causes the exhaustion and muscle aches.
But, at this point, he doesn’t want to do a sleep study to find out if that is, in fact, the case. He wants me to just deal. His exact words were, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Easy for him to say.
And, somewhat unrelated, he will not allow the prescribing of any migraine medications. Everything that my neurologist and PCP suggest, he finds some reason for me not being able to take it. So, I currently have nothing other than ibuprophen to take for migraines. Which, my fellow migraine-sufferers on the board will be able to relate that that is not okay.
Then he went on to kind of make fun of me for asking him a question about the Mirena IUD that I’m probably going to be getting soon. After all the trouble he’s given me about the prescribing of medications without talking to him first, I thought I should run it past him. He was all, “I don’t know about that stuff. You can’t expect me to know about that stuff.”
Blech. It just left me very frustrated. I do like him. And I’ve been seeing him for almost four years. I won’t be switching. But, we may have a little chat the next time I go in, which isn't for two months.