BWAH! Jessica wins.
Someone else has to COMM her, though. I've reached my quota.
'Lineage'
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BWAH! Jessica wins.
Someone else has to COMM her, though. I've reached my quota.
Oh no, I just brought that up because of the fact that "bi" is another label people get fuzzy about.
See, I've never understood that, although I know it's true. It just seems so clear to me.
Yay, Susan!
Crazy muffaletta-eaters.
Olive salad bay-bee! I smile a little when I walk past Central Grocery, which I'll do in about 15 minutes.
I actually like muffalettas. I just felt the need to be difficult.
Okay, I'm leaving work finally. Whee, weekend with no grading hanging over my head!!!
And just for the record:
Cilantro: Delicious
Muffalettas: Also delicious (including the olives)
Serial comma: ALWAYS
Babies: adorable.
Go go team no-cancer!
Jessica, totally with you on the Heinlein thing. I swear I adopted every non-traditional alignment i read about in sff. Theoretically, of course, since young. Some more theoretically than others, not being able to start sourcing lizardlike men with 2 penises.
Babies: adorable.
What a cutiehead chatterbox!
Yay for no cancer!
When I was a teenager I used to think I was poly, but it turns out I was just reading too much Heinlein.
I just nearly fell off my balance ball laughing at that.
Smunchy baby cheeks have kilt me ded. From the grave (while gnawing in my undead way on an olive-rich muffaletta), I feebly wave at the gloriously cancer-free Susan and all the incredible poly folks who have more energy and relationshippy talk-it-all-outability than I ever will. Then I remember the smunchy baby cheeks and am kilt all over again.
I'm home, and am slowly sipping a coke and eating saltine crackers, which the nurse decreed a suitable first meal. I swear, right now they taste as blissfully good as pecan pie at Thanksgiving, Dreamland Barbecue, or pizza from Serious Pie.
And in even better news, my doctor has extended how long I can go between tests. Based on my family history, he'd said every 2 years. Based on my healthy, polyp-free innards, he extended it to 4! Which means I get to go 1500 days or so before I have to do this again!