On the loving the IUD train. I don't have the hormone one - just the regular ole cooper one.
Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
Suzi, I'm glad to know y'all got home safe, and the quake must not have registered with me, because I don't remember it. Personally, having lived in Tornado Cul-de-sac, I'd much rather have the earth move than the sky fall. Though - if I had lived through the Good Friday Quake (9.2, original shock went on for 4 minutes), I might feel differently. (Just saw a special on it.)
Relaxing vibes to Cashmere & sj! Ommmmmm.....
So aggravated - I ordered a Hula Lilo for Em for Christmas. The box got here last night.
It was Stitch.
We HAVE two Stitch's. I need a Hula Lilo!! I emailed them and alerted them of their error last night and thus far, no answer. Grrr.
I see the craxy expensive phone, I think "birth control pills".
- That's* what it was reminding me of!
Happy Solstice, everyone. I know I can't wait to get the orb back...
Hey wait, there's an orb? I gotta see this orb of which you speak.
phone
My goodness. The only value I can see for that phone is fulfilling penis envy. Ugly, circular dialing pad, and short battery life. If that were the free phone, I'd buy one.
Last night's earthquake was one good shake in our apartment in Berkeley, and then we felt the little aftershock last night around midnight. Earthquakes are not something I'm going to miss.
How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?
I'm off to do some errands and to maybe beg the salon down the street to fit me in for a dye job. I don't expect them to actually be able to fit me in, but I figure it is worth a try.
Gronk.
At Tully's, waiting for my vente americano to cool, having just sent off the two packages I needed to mail via FedEx.
Next year, anything I'm mailing, I'm mailing *early*, my fear of the post office be damned.
(Seriously. I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.)
How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?
I feel your pain, Sparky.
Aimee, I hope that the company can fix the mistake.
How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?
This is evil, Sparky.