Here are some dresses, Laura: [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] [link]
Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Zoe ,'War Stories'
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.
Ginger - Jul 24, 2008 4:33:52 am PDT #8212 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Ginger - Jul 24, 2008 4:35:44 am PDT #8213 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Can you edit the .csv file, MM?
Miracleman - Jul 24, 2008 4:42:28 am PDT #8214 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
MM- yikes to the Excel fuckwaddery. Also, when your back gives out, is there an inciting incident or do you wake up all fucked up? What I hate is when something SO STUPID triggers it. Like, when I turned to get a Q-tip after a shower. Bam! Fucking back.
Sometimes it's something stupid like, you know, reaching for a fork or something, sometimes it's "Oh. I should not have tried to pick that up." and sometimes (like this time) it's because I slept funny.
It's been trying to work itself to fucked all week and I blame the weather. At night it's been so hot that I can't bear to sleep under the blanket, just a sheet. So, natch, sometime in the middle of the night the temp drops to "eat my ass, Sheet Boy" and I'm freezing, but I don't wake up enough to go get the fucking blanket and tell the weather to "Suck it." As a result, I wake up in a pretzel-like configuration, turned in on myself in a futile effort to seek warmth from my own body.
hippocampus - Jul 24, 2008 4:45:03 am PDT #8215 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Does anyone have a sec to help me write a bio statement? I'm reviewing websites for a parents' group and (though they might not use any of them, because I rant a lot about non-functional 'home' buttons) they want a bio. I hate writing these.
Laura - Jul 24, 2008 4:45:13 am PDT #8216 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
You guys rock. Copying links like mad....
Toddson - Jul 24, 2008 4:52:16 am PDT #8217 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
MM, could you run a sort on the file - should dump all the blanks in one spot, and then you can delete them all at once.
Ginger - Jul 24, 2008 4:57:51 am PDT #8218 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Poor MM. My back isn't particularly happy either and I think it's going to be a while before I can see my excellent chiropractor, who's also a good friend. It's for a happy reason, though: her daughter/office manager had a healthy baby girl Tuesday, less than 24 hours after I was teasing her about riding horseback and jumping off of steps to start labor. It's the good news for the week.
Miracleman - Jul 24, 2008 5:00:07 am PDT #8219 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
MM, could you run a sort on the file - should dump all the blanks in one spot, and then you can delete them all at once.
I am so dumb.
THANK YOU, TODDSON! I knew there was a simple solution out there, but was just not seing it. You rock!
Ginger - Jul 24, 2008 5:02:10 am PDT #8220 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
She does rock. The minute I read that, I thought, "Of course!"
Toddson - Jul 24, 2008 5:03:49 am PDT #8221 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
(blush)