Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
The after is just itchy right now. Irritated but not horrible.
My buddy who has this cool medieval cross thing on his back experienced this. Plus he left potato imprints of his tattoo all over the bedding I loaned him when he and his gf crashed at my place after. You know, in school, when you use a potato to make a stamp of [image], then leave it everywhere. Yeah, we mocked him. With friends like these, blah blah ...
Lotion. Lots and lots of lotion. Did you pick up any of the special tattoo healing goop?
I can do a hot washcloth? Nice. Cause I am about to be wickedly pms and was realizing (lo, after the fact) that my timing suuucked. I was worried about ??? something.
It's all pretty, I think. And I really did fret on the content for long enough that I am as close to content about it as I will ever be. Heh, content on the content. I amuse me.
Did you pick up any of the special tattoo healing goop?She rec'd Eucerin
Lord knows the aftercare on my piercings always was easier and seemed to work out better when I stopped fussing, kept things very clean and just let them heal. Not that I always listened, just 20/20 hindsight.
I strongly recommend Tattoo Goo. Lubriderm is okay, but Tattoo Goo is the bestest.
Huh. Like climbing salve. If it gives me any twinge, I will hunt it down. Thanks.
P-C, does your mother have a Cafepress store?
Heh, ita.
So I called my mom, as there was never going to be a good time for it. And for maybe a minute or so, I was able to stand my ground and attempt to assert that no, I was not going to change my biodata, I was not going to remove the "junk" from it, but she said at this initial stage, all she needed was the education and stuff. People would look at this and think I was a joke, and you know what they say about first impressions.
And to top it all off, one of my stupid cousins in India went and tarnished our family name once again by kicking his wife and kid out of the house, so this reflects badly on me.
She said that after first contact was made, she didn't care; I could send this and she would have no problem. I brought up JZ's idea that someone could actually be looking for something different, but that's not the way our society works.
I was probably crying by this point. I can't do this. It just doesn't work. As soon as she starts talking, I lose. I try and I try and I try, but when it comes down to it, I can't do it. I'm just not built that way.
I guess I should just surrender to destiny.
Cass just threatened me (elsewhere) with a) TV, and b) her cats.
Huh.
Cower before the Kittenish!
Also? Puppycat will totally pull your pigtails if she doesn't get entranced by them.
To sum up? Bring the SPN disks, and I shall provide a comfy sitty / chatty place and drinks.