I'm reading a Washington Post article about roller derby. It sounds like fun, but I think I'd probably do best to avoid contact sports. Once trapeze is closed for the season, I'm probably going to go back to figure skating.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
P-C, I think that suggesting you spend your immediate recovery there, and then chill in comfort at your own home for the duration, is a great idea. Especially if you frame it as them being there when you really need them, but not overtaxing them.
Miami lost, which was also good. and LSU will hopeful beat UF. GO LSU!
And we did! Man it was close though. It's Texas/OU weekend here which....eh. It meant all my bars were crowded with people watching a game I only slightly care about.
PC, best of luck with your family. I think Plei has the right idea.
BTW, Plei, Mr. Jane is facinated by the idea that I know someone with your name.
It's not my fault! My parents are to blame!
Oh no, he loves it! We were talking about the Subaru logo and it...came up.
Especially if you frame it as them being there when you really need them, but not overtaxing them.
That's a good frame in principle, but they won't buy the "overtaxing" part. I'm not supposed to worry about them. They love me and will take care of me. I'm just going to have to put my little brown foot down.
Skipping to brag that I Haz Vortex, and we're going to the 49ers game. Whoot!
::jealous::
I'm awake. Sort of. Finally Got home from Universal around 3 AM.
OMG, I just remembered my dream from last night. I was a terrorist! I mean, I was me, but for some reason I had blown something up! With a friend! And the police had taken me into custody, and were interrogating me a little, and I was torn between giving it all up in hopes of an easier sentence, or lying through my teeth and hoping they couldn't make it stick! Then I got pissed, because they tried to tell me they'd recovered my bracelet at the scene, and I ALMOST believed them and started to panic, but then saw that it was in my pocket, and wasn't QUITE the same color, and they were LYING to me. And I had to hope my partner in crime was also continuing to profess innocence...
Dude. That was weird.