Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
[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 went to the doctor with my gay work boyfriend. HIV pos. We've decided that AIDS jokes will still be funny, and that there's no crying at the bar.
It's no fun, but at least we now have drugs. I have friends who were diagnosed 10 years ago and are still fine. {{{DJ and friend}}
~ma for your friend DJ. Please give him a hug for me. Even though he doesn't know me :)
but I'm madly in love with her, and he got just the right look on her face.
the look on her face is great. unsolicited opinion, maybe the snake should be coming out of her belly button, instead of her lower stomach.
He's actually behind her instead of coming out of her. It's just a rough sketch until I tell him what changes to make.
{{{{{DJ and DJ's friend}}}}} Tons of ~ma to him.
oh, so the snake goes through her body and comes out of the other side?
DJ, where are you getting the tat? (Also, related to tattoos, I just posted a nifty thing in Natter about a writer who is "publishing" a story, one word at a time, as tattoos on volunteers.
No. He's just behind her. Mentally erase the lines that are on her body.
Also, I'm so sorry to hear about your friend, but I'm glad it's happening in the 21st century (if that makes sense), because, like Ginger said, medicine has come a long way.
On my left shoulder.
I just posted a nifty thing in Natter about a writer who is "publishing" a story, one word at a time, as tattoos on volunteers.
I saw that and got confused as to which thread I was in. I would totally be a word.
Oh, DJ, I'm sorry. But like Ginger says, there are really good drugs now that can make HIV an almost completely manageable chronic illness.
So was there some kind of massive anti-sleep zone over the US last night? Nobody in this household got more than 4 hours last night. (Due to an error in judgment regarding the A/C on my part - I thought it was supposed to cool down much more than it did, so D's room was much warmer than I thought it was going to be. Long story short, we cleaned up vomit at midnight and spent the rest of the night trying to convince him to sleep in the playard in our room. Finally fell more or less asleep at 3, woke up with the sun at 6.)
Then took the poor tired noodle to his 12-month checkup, and now he's at daycare while I'm playing hooky from work and running errands. Checkup went fine - he's still bizarrely tall and skinny (15th %ile for weight, 75th for height - WTF, genetics?) but otherwise completely normal. (And the doc wasn't worried about his stats at all since he's pretty much always been in that range, I just don't understand how two people shaped like DH and I wound up with a tall skinny kid. He's just a freak of nature, I guess.)