Hee! Yeah, we love our neighborhood.
'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
We doing lunch Wednesday?
Did I owe you email? I swear, percocet causes memory loss. I'll go check email, but yes, we're on for lunch. YAY.
I swear, percocet causes half
... sentences?
Kristin, the box of tea came. Thanks!
Ha! I'm too quick for amych and now she looks mildly crazy.
I was trying to phonetically spell out my self diagnosis of halfzeimers and changed my mind while hitting Post.
bungalow heaven
Pasadena is an oasis of cool. I recall when I was headed up there for the first time a few years back, sister Meg telling me how much it reminds her of our little suburban railway stop of a home town. If it weren't for the parking Pasadena would be perfect.
Ah, well. Mildly crazy is a good day.
I swear, percocet causes memory loss.
Yes, yes it does.
I think I need to live somewhere where I don't need a motor vehicle for every day life. I find myself getting jumpy in sprawly places - no value judgment there, it's just my reaction to it.
I love having my motorcycle, but I'm very happy to not have to depend on it - I'm very happy to be able to treat it as the luxury that it is. I'm so happy to be able to walk most places I need to go, and to be able to take public transit for most of the rest of it.
I want to say more but I can't.
But I need major MA Major major major. My cousin, who is a wonderful soul, has a godawful biological contributor. Horrible. Who has no part of his life except briefly talking to him and being mean to him.
He wants to come to the funeral.
Please I need vibes and prayers that this doesn't happen. We don't need this. My aunt doesn't need this.
Buckets of heavy duty Stay Away ~ma, askye. I'm so sorry that an awful situation is getting worse.