My highschool boyfriend smelled like the cheap soap from the gym showers. I haven't smelled that smell in 20 years but I can still bring it to mind and have a happy yummy reminisce about how wonderful it felt just to cuddle up and listen to his heart beat.
Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can't you see she doesn't love you?
Spike ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
Laga - Feb 11, 2008 9:41:30 am PST #6076 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Frankenbuddha - Feb 11, 2008 9:45:22 am PST #6077 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Nora, if it persists, I'd get it checked. That might be carpal tunnel syndrome.
Laga - Feb 11, 2008 10:08:22 am PST #6078 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I'm way behind in Natter but maybe somebody here knows... what do airedales have to do with Scientology?
Susan W. - Feb 11, 2008 10:23:19 am PST #6079 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I had that happen one time when I bought a random deoderant for travelling, and the first time I wore it, realized it must be what an ex used, cause it was freaking me out, smelling her all day.
There's a fairly common salon shampoo--as in, I don't think you can get it from other retail outlets, but I've had my hair washed in it several times before haircuts--that my first post-college boss used. He was actually the worst person I've ever worked for, far worse than my previous boss. Previous boss just had a bad temper and was unreasonably demanding. First boss was a psychological and borderline sexual harasser, and if I'd known then as much as I know now about what's normal and acceptable, I would've left within a month, but he told me if I left before I'd worked the year I'd agreed to he'd give me a bad reference. I was 22 and stupid so I stayed.
Anyway, that shampoo turns my stomach. Whenever it's used on me in a salon, I wash my hair the instant I'm home. Fortunately my current place doesn't use it, but I guess what I should do is ask to smell the stuff before they put it on my hair. I have no idea what the problem product is, because when the stylist is washing my hair, my glasses are off and I'm, you know, leaning back with my head in a sink.
Aims - Feb 11, 2008 11:19:45 am PST #6080 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Today is a day I must avoid being nibbled by the ducks of death. I shall drive them off with my iPod.
t puts in earphones
t hits "play"
One, two ... one, two, three - huh! I was working part time in a five and dime.....
Nora Deirdre - Feb 11, 2008 11:20:35 am PST #6081 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
... my boss was Mr. McGee...
(ION, I am so tired that it almost HURTS)
Aims - Feb 11, 2008 11:21:10 am PST #6082 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
t loves on Nora
She had the nerve to ask if I'd do her any harm...
Laga - Feb 11, 2008 11:29:17 am PST #6083 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
So, look here I put her on the back of my bike
Vortex - Feb 11, 2008 11:40:28 am PST #6084 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I'm sorry, can someone tell me where to find Old Man Johnson's farm?
Laura - Feb 11, 2008 11:41:11 am PST #6085 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
I do not know this song. It could be the head cold; it could be I don't know the song.
My son Brendon has the same thing. We both noted that all day we have found that we are just staring blankly ahead with our jaw open to breathe. Then we realize how awful and doped up we must look and try and adapt our facial posture, only to find the doped slack jaw look reappears in a few minutes. Brain cells feel clogged too. But I have done 4 loads of laundry!