Buffy ,'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.
Yep, Aveeno oatmeal bath was the other thing I was going to suggest. Mostly, though, I just hope you feel better.
In Bitchly news, I'm having a good hair day, which makes me happy. Alas, I also have a nasty headache. ND just ran into Guitar Center, and I opted to stay outside to avoid the noise...and then they cranked up the outdoor speakers. Evil bastards. I shall beat them with their bad rap beats.
Sunil, I will read about your shoulder tomorrow. I'm so sorry it happened, today.
Yep, Aveeno oatmeal bath was the other thing I was going to suggest. Mostly, though, I just hope you feel better.
The Aveeno oatmeal bath is what I used. I was 19, and my chicken pox (which we believe I caught from my grandfather's shingles) were painful and itchy. It helped, as did Benadryl OR Benadryl Spray (you can't use both at the same time), and Tylenol.
Oh, and don't forget booze. Seriously, if you have any nerve pills in the house (ativan, valium) that you believe you can take safely, do it up. Try to dress light. I think if you get hot (or take too hot showers) it brings the rash out, more.
I hope you feel better, sweetie. I'm so sorry you have this.
Goodnight, Buffistas. I spent the day at the Bronzer reunion, and feel slightly like a woman without a country. It was lovely, but it was probably too lovely to last.
This morning I woke up with a brain that was having ABBA sing the lyrics of "Hello I Love you" to the tune of "Dancing Queen."
Do you think you'll be the... guyyyy.
To make the queen of the angels... siiiiigh?
I told Andi. She may beat me.
She may beat me.Only if you keep singing it.
Wow. B.org is dead like a dead thing tonight. Where is everybody?
Desperately trying to remember how I entertained myself pre-internets?
Bwah! Me too!
ND and I were supposed to have a date night, but he turned out to have a ton of work to do before he leaves tomorrow morning for his conference. So...I kind of want to read or watch Scrubs or something, but I'm feeling a bit futless.
I'm watching a bunch of Buffy. About to put on OMWF.
Now that I'm all done with the latest timesuck introduced to me by other Buffistas (check out the literary thread if you want to be sucked in as well!), I'm trying to talk myself out of making popcorn. I don't think I'm doing a good job, because I'm just about to head into the kitchen and pull out the stock pot, oil, and popcorn to cook on the stovetop.