'Bushwhacked'
[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.
libkitty, that's scary! Stay out of the avalanche zone!
Yay for Nora going to the doctor!
Boo for clueless people giving weight loss advice. It's like when the doctor asks me if I know smoking is bad for me. "No! Are you SERIOUS?! Where did you hear that?!"
At least with the doctor , it is his/her job. They aren't trying to be your friend. However, the real question shoud be something like... would you like some help trying to quit/
no avalanche
stay safe libkitty! Be sure to check in so we don't worry about you!
Cat --> Vet.
Cass --> Chocolate + Boy.
Aimee --> MM + being loved up on
sj --> testi- LOOK! SHINY!
Cass, if you could get the boy to DELIVER chocolate, you'd have both ... without having to go out!
Many strong Harvey-purrs and snuggles to those who need them.
I think I have a job, if I want it. At a family-run kennel, for cash under the table, maybe twenty (or more) hours a week. Essentially cleaning up poop and pee, walking the hounds, and scrubbing place down every day.
This is like getting paid to be a mother. If you want it, I'm happy for you, Amy.
Tep and sj, I hope you feel better.
Aimee, you have not been taking up this space. You've hardly been there.
Andi, I kept waiting for the part where you rolled your friend down the hill. It never came. Sad now.
Mmm, chocolate delivery. Now with added cute boy.
Raq --> Yay!
How's the post-birthday boy feeling?
Cool on the job, AmyLiz!
Be careful, libkitty! No avalanching on libkitty, snow, you hear me?
I would add to WindSparrows excellent rant - when someone tells you they are on X Diet, do not respond with "The only way to lose weight is [some other thing]". Unless you have been specifically asked what you think. Ta, ever so.
Andi, I kept waiting for the part where you rolled your friend down the hill. It never came. Sad now.Yeah, sorry about that. But she works the night shift at one of the group homes I work at: If I did permanent damage to her I'd end up having to cover some of her shifts.
ION, @$#!!!!!!!!!!
I was exhausted to begin with (we hiked 3 miles, and it was the first time I had walked further than once around a big box store all winter), and having just got back from the drug store to pick up a prescription and some feminine hygiene items, I realized I forgot the pads. All I've got in the house are some brand which has a nasty acrid-sweet deodorant to it, that makes me nauseated to smell, fresh out of the wrapper, beyond horrible when used. What really irks me, is that I carefully selected that package because it did not list any variation of "odor protection" on it. I used to like that brand. I _like_ the configuration of the pads, they fit me best, but I can't stand the smell. And there have been so many "innovations" in pads lately I can't remember what I like, what's half-decent, what doesn't get the job done. I'm so tired I want to cry, but now I have to face either smelling like rotten garbage with air freshener sprayed on it or going back to the store and then standing there for half an hour trying to guess which pads will be remotely tolerable. can't wait and ask Daniel to go to the store for me - he would, he's secure enough in his masculinity to figure it makes him look like there's a woman in his life - because I can't tell him what to get. Why in the fuck does feminine hygiene have to be so complicated?