Yeah. Which is LATE. Early. TOO LONG.
Jilli, it looks like the weight line in the pictures was just above the shoulders.
[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.
Yeah. Which is LATE. Early. TOO LONG.
Jilli, it looks like the weight line in the pictures was just above the shoulders.
This week blows.
On top of other stuff (which I won't go into, but sucks and is stressful), the job I had lined up for the Fall fell through.
This just happened, and I don't even know what I'm going to do now, apart from not sleep and not look at job listings, as I am seriously not rational at the moment.
Fuck.
DebetEsse,I'm sorry. Hopefully the current insanity can bring you to a better place ( fast)
Yeah, the fast would be good.
{{{DebetEsse}}} I am so so sorry. I hope the perfect job in the perfect place comes very very fast.
Thanks.
I think I'm going to try to get some sleep, now. Night, all.
Jilli totally needs pink hair. I need pink hair. Hell, we all need pink hair!
I iz fashunable!
Debet, I am so sorry. So, so sorry. Hugs.
Oh, Debet, I am so sorry. I will fling loads of sleeping well for tonight and then finding another job sooner than soon is soon.
Eek toe! Heal up, Sean.
My mother has met many of youShe's a good and fun mom, juliana.
My parents are not at all confused by my invisible friends that live in the glowy box. Heck, they've met some of you.And they are very nice Parents of Reason, too.
Actually, quite a few of you have met my mom too. Huh. It makes us seem so ... normal.
My mom actually has a login here. But she never comes into Bitches unless I specifically invite her. I think she's posted in Tech a few times though.
Cass! [link]Ha! Daisy, that was hysterical.
I just skipped madly. I ... was just too far behind.
boo insomnia.
yay jess epidural!
((DebetEsse))
{{Debet}}
Urgh. Up much too late -- Matilda has commandeered my side of the bed, and is just lying there being a hot-blooded little spundle of body heat of furnace-like degree. So I'm out here trying to get myself chilled enough that it'll be a sweet sleepy relief to go back to bed and curl up with my own little Jack-Jack.
eta: And I totally was also secretly hoping to find news of Jess and Fone and the wee one. She must be in the middle of active pushing right about now.