Happy Birthday, Nicole!
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happy birthday Nicole!
Happy Birthday Nicole!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE, YOU GOREGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL!!!!
Worst pain? The run-in the fingers on my right hand had with a metal grinder in shop class. With the cramps I used to suffer every month as a very close second. (I'm not kidding. I would take muscle relaxers for them and still be woken up by the cramps in the middle of the night.)
I remember that getting my back tattoo done hurt a fair amount, but it didn't seem to bug me that much. I wonder how much getting the insides of my forearms tattooed is going to hurt?
And because it deserves a completely different post!
Happy birthday to you, Nicole!!
Happy Birthday Nicole!
because I could well comprehend not needing one if you were a normal person, but my pain threshold was way too low.
I think many, many "normal" women need an epidural!
My tattoos mostly didn't hurt me very much. Or it wasn't the kind of pain that bothered me anyway. Except mah tramp stamp! I was convinced there was some kind of nerve running up the bottom right of my spine because whenever the needle went up that way it burned like dying! (My doctor friend says nothing anatomical should make this part hurt more than, say, the other side of my spine.) But it was a totally bearable pain. Made more bearable by the super hot dude giving me the tattoo (can't remember his name but he was at Sacred Rose on Guerrero, SFistas. I know he was there at least up until a couple of years ago.)
Happy Birthday, Nicole!
My ankle tattoo hurt worse than my back tattoo. But I had kids in between so I think labor reset my scales a bit.
Kids sacked out on the sofa watching Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. I think I'm going to join them for a nap.
I am in a terrible mood. The nebulous situation I'm stuck in at my job (does anyone on my team even have a job? No one knows!) has brought out all of my worst slacker tendencies. We have pointless busywork to do, and I just don't wanna.