Hi honey!! I drove here!
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Cool! You have your brother's car?
From the airport to St. Paul? Or to Minnesota?
Emeline misses you, Aims.
So do I.
Aw.
I'm having major apartment lust: [link]
Long and random meara:
much ~ma to Brenda and Lu.
Dang. I can't believe that 26 year old swimmer has testicular cancer .
Testicular cancer is more common in young men than old.
I really need to just get rid of the extremely well made wool skirts and jackets that I'll never wear again (size 10? 12? yeah, for 15 minutes in 1987, perhaps).
Calli, I hear you. I have a suit that I can't wear that I've been meaning to donate to a women's shelter or similar agency.
So I'm trying to make a mental adjustment from, "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you must diet" to "How can I be kind to my body now?"
Mmm, I need to do this but with exercising. Instead of "next week I'll go to the gym" I want to build things into my daily routines.
ION- in my ongoing battle with Time Warner. I get my first bill the other day. Due amount looks about right. I sign up for online payment. I enter my account number. IT STILL HAS ME TIED TO TWO ACCOUNTS!!!! The other of which owes a LOT of money, over $300. This shit is STILL not clear, after a month!! Grrrrrrrr.
Heh. Meanwhile, when I log in to my payment system, it only shows my old account. I guess I have to reup for the online system or something? And I only moved 2 miles, not multiple states. Oh, TWC, the ways in which you fuck up continue to amaze me.
It's unthinkable for girls to be Bulldogs, or Tigers, or whatever, so we'll make them Lady Bulldogs, and Lady Tigers.
Also, it positions men's teams as the default.
Growing up in a determinedly southern family, where being ladylike was a major goal, I came to despise the whole mystique.
Even when I was a kid, being called "little lady" sent me into a rage. I believe on one such occasion I spit on the cat, as the only way I could properly vent my feelings.
Young Ladies to not spit on cats.
In my childhood, being called "Young Lady" meant you were in BIG trouble. Like, worse than first-middle-last name trouble.
Calli, I hear you. I have a suit that I can't wear that I've been meaning to donate to a women's shelter or similar agency.
I like Dress for Success