Oh, DJ. I think a modicum of brain-eating is entirely understandable.
'The Girl in Question'
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.
I'm making gay work boyfriend have a glass of wine with me after work so he can tell me how pretty and awesome and smart I am.
{{{DJ}}} I hate that. Why can't we have DHs that never do things that make us upset? Oh right, we're human....
{{{sj}}}
Jars, no guilt. The buns are gone and they're not coming back. I always have to look at this (because I do it too) as a fresh start. Otherwise, I'd be swimming in an industrial-sized vat of ice cream topped with crumbled regret and gallons of guilt sauce. Then I'd pig out.
DJ, that should help.
Also, you are hot. And your DH married YOU, not someone else.
he can tell me how pretty and awesome and smart I am.
And then I will tell you how pretty and awesome and smart you are. Then we will smoke cigarettes and affect an air of ennui.
vw, go you on losing weight!
DJ, I can't read the whitfont on my phone but I'm sending calm-ma your way.
didn't need to be said twice
{{{DJ}}} Good idea on the drinks with gay boyfriend.
I also wanted to say yay for vw's weight loss. I meant to ask you at the party if you had lost weight.
{{{DJ}}}