Stoner Vamp ,'Lessons'
[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.
I know not this movie, but will be cautious of it in the future.
Yes. Please do. For my sake!
Boy just called. I thought he was going to BE HERE in an hour. He was going to CALL ME in an hour. I could have taken a nap. And eaten something. He's still in a bar half an hour away.
Oh, goodness! That's not good or helpful.
Indeed. Now I have to figure out what to eat here. And I have no bread, so my standby toasted cheese is out. And chili seems like a bad idea.
Hi smonster!
(just had to say hi since i never see you here)
smonster! Nice to see you here.
I just made a fairly yummy dinner on no motivation.
Hi Stephanie, hi sj. Nice to be here. I know I never come around, but I still consider this my home.
I just made a fairly yummy dinner on no motivation.
Good for you! I'm heating Sister Schubert rolls in the toaster oven. I *will* have my cheese toast.
Happy birthday to Emeline! 3 years old - that's unpossible!
Going now, byes!
I'm watching The Polar Express. It better not be a tear jerker!
tacklehug for smonster
Teppy, best wishes for the big move this weekend. I'm very excited for you and The Boy.
eta the actual movie name...
t tacklebite for smonster
Jessica, so sorry and sending out the ma~~~~
happy birthday to Ms. Em.
Figuring out Santa wasn't real was not traumatic for me. But there were a whole bunch of things that added up to that . I was interested in all kinds of magical creatures, but I couldn't completely ever believe without seeing. Then there was the fact that Santa was different in different countries. And somehow , I knew the difference between pretend and and lies. And pretending was fun for everyone. Yes, even grown ups.
Steph - you post about waking up next to the boy xmas morning made my day.
From anyone else? I'd prefer that they try to remember I'm not a feeble-minded 3-year-old and that I keep close tabs on my health, and I'm well aware of what I might -- or even might NOT -- need to "work on," and that I have a damned good doctor who works with me on these things, and therefore *they* (the non-doctor friend/family member/boyfriend filled with concern that OMGFATKILLS!) don't need to ride herd on my (normal) blood pressure.
yup yup yup and double yup. I'm in charge. no one else can be. There are ways to help. But telling me what to do , what to eat and hat I need to go to the doctor- umm,I'm not a child, I know how my body works better than you and I am not doctor avoident.