I am at work, dressed as Auntie Mame. It was surreal applying tons of eyeliner and lipstick at 6:45 this morning. So far in the hallway I have seen a clumsy cheerleader, a road with roadkill and Morticia Addams.
We didn't have sex, if that's what you mean. That's all I do now, not have sex.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Scrappy - Oct 31, 2006 6:45:30 am PST #9362 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 31, 2006 6:47:12 am PST #9363 of 10000
What is even happening?
Thing 1 was okay with the whole deal; Thing 2 HATED the wig. Just hated it.
Oh. No. Those babies kill me every single time.
beth b - Oct 31, 2006 6:49:24 am PST #9364 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
whoo hooo steph.
and I rock. I did the first thing on my list for the day. - find the car registration renewel - and bonus - it isn't due until mid november
lisah - Oct 31, 2006 6:51:53 am PST #9365 of 10000
Punishingly Intricate
Those babies kill me every single time.
Ha! I KNOW! (that's why I figured I should post the link!)
I am at home waiting for a) my car to be fixed. Radiator sprong a leak and needs to be replaced. bah. but not WAAAAHHH! and b) waiting for plumber to come back with part to fix my leaky sink. Last week I broke, this week car & plumbing. I'm guessing it will be one of the pets next. See, I just billed for the big freelance project I was working on all month and the Universe sensed an upcoming disturbance in the Balance of my bank account. feh.
SailAweigh - Oct 31, 2006 6:54:30 am PST #9366 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
HMOG, Tep, you look gorgeous! And that corset! Va-va-va-voom!
Cute kids! Ded, I tell you. They all make me ded.
WindSparrow - Oct 31, 2006 6:56:08 am PST #9367 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Get better soon, sj!
P.M. Marc - Oct 31, 2006 7:02:46 am PST #9368 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Vavavoom, Tep!
Sean, I wish you weren't in the club with me. May your mother's treatment be fast and thorough and you not have to think about it.
This just in: COLDS ON HALLOWEEN SUCK.
It feels like insult added to the end of October injury. Lillian's sick, I'm feeling vaguely icky, and I'm at home watching her instead of at work earning money, and we don't get to go trick or treating as planned.
I'd stomp my foot, but she's asleep, and that might wake her.
Steph L. - Oct 31, 2006 7:04:20 am PST #9369 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
This just in: COLDS ON HALLOWEEN SUCK.
WROD!
signed,
fighting off a cold and losing
Volans - Oct 31, 2006 7:23:19 am PST #9370 of 10000
move out and draw fire
Happy Birthday Daniel!
Happy Anniversay, Reasons!
Happy Halloween, Everybody!
Colds suck in general. Everybody at work is sick. We think that I pissed the doctor off so much by pointing out how stupid it was to order us all to lay in 3 months of supplies that she uncorked some bird flu in the ventilation system.
Parentifistas? For the past 3 nights, Mallory has refused to go to bed. He's normally perfect about going to bed; we have a whole ritual and he normally smiles happily and nestles in between 7:30 and 8:00. Starting Sunday night, though, he's just refused. When we start the ritual, he starts howling and thrashing and throwing a tantrum. The tantrum continues nonstop, no matter what we try, until we give up and go to bed around 11:00...at some point after that he either knocks himself out or passes out. The only thing that stops the tantrum is rocking and watching Baby Einstein, which I don't really want to encourage...but even so, once that stops it's back to the tantrums.
I have theories: Daylight Savings (but wouldn't that work the other way?); staying up late Saturday night; Space Monkeys. But no clue, and I feel so bad for him.
esse - Oct 31, 2006 7:30:14 am PST #9371 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
My theory is that DST literally sucks the energy right out of you to re-charge the sun.
No, seriously. I am so ridiculously exhausted with no rational explanation for it. All I want to do is sleep for a thousand years. None of this life crap. Just sleep. Sleep, and maybe some tea.
It was twilight at 4:30.
How do people live here?