'Objects In Space'
[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.
My sash would say a lot of positive things but the one peeve I'd love to get out front is:
Please do not tell me how much you disrespect my profession, then follow up with your entire life story and ask me to fix you. Dude. You don't believe in therapy? Walk ON.
Ahem.
It would also say things like:
Why yes, my dog is awesome. You are safe with me. Have you tried my chocolate cake? Next stop, Nirvana...and I don't mean the band. Kind, loyal, true. Pagan in a good way.
{{{{{Teppy}}}}} I'm sorry you're feeling so awful right now. I hope you're feeling much better soon.
And then, after that, you take it easy, right?
I didn't go to the gym after work yesterday. That was the only thing specified in our deal!
Okay, okay. But I'm just allergic-reaction girl, which is different than your current state of feeling less than optimal. I might go lift weights after lunch, because I'm less itchy (not totally itch-free, but less so), and I think endorphins would help me a LOT.
And after that, a nap.
t edit Randomly, dog #1 came over and licked my foot once, sighed heavily, and laid down on his bed. What's with the sigh, man? My foot is not meant to taste like kibble!
I didn't go to the gym after work yesterday. That was the only thing specified in our deal!
Really? Boy, I shouldn't make deals when drugged up! I thought you were going to take it easy all weekend.
And after that, a nap.
Ok. I'll go with that.
Really? Boy, I shouldn't make deals when drugged up! I thought you were going to take it easy all weekend.
Well, I don't plan to do *much,* and endorphins are good for my drug-deprived brain.
and endorphins are good for my drug-deprived brain.
Yes. Very true. Despite all the pain, I've been trying really hard to still do some walking, because while it makes it worse in the moment, it's better in the long-run. Or, that's what I keep telling myself.
What's with the sigh, man? My foot is not meant to taste like kibble!
But dogs just don't stop believin'...
What's with the sigh, man? My foot is not meant to taste like kibble!
But dogs just don't stop believin'...
The sigh was just comedy GOLD. Like "This time, THIS time, her foot will taste like kibble AND she won't mind if I gnaw it off....EUGH!!!! That's not kibble! WHY IS MY LIFE SO HARD?!?!?"
Dogs, man. They live in hope.
But dogs just don't stop believin'...
Heaven IS just a funky moose to them.