Simon ,'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.
The surgery I had... well, I have no idea what exactly they were doing, but I know it was for closing the gap between my two front teeth. It involved some bone removal from the jaw, and all sorts of fun like this.
Huh. That sounds kinda' like mine, where they removed some bone in my upper jaw so my top and bottom teeth would line up.
Yuck. Not happy times.
I plan on voting after what I assume will be the lunch rush at the polls. Then finally getting my car inspected.
Y'know, the fates better give me something good today. Like, a Democratic President.
Signed,
She who just spent a half hour digging her dog out from under the backyard fence.
My sister's dog has a campaign pin that reads - Fetch the White House - Bark Obama 2008. I insisted that she send me a picture.
I went by my polling place this morning, thinking if it wasn't too busy I could vote. Line went out the door, down the entire block, wrapped around the corner and went almost to the next street down. So it's after work for me. (Went by another polling place on the trip in and their line was only a block long.)
I watched the SNL Presidential Bash last night - the one line that made me laugh out loud was, "Bitches get stuff done!" (Tina Fey, after saying people called Hillary Clinton a bitch and that she was, then announcing she herself was a bitch and that Amy Poehler was one too.)
Fetch the White House - Bark Obama 2008.
WANT!
For the awwww factor.
Thank god we voted on Halloween. Odd costumes add a festive touch to a polling place.
I'm still waiting for the picture from my sister, but it looks like she got her pin here [link]
Some things, occaaaaaaasionally, are even more important that porn.
Aaaand the sound you hear is the universe flipping on its axis.
They changed my polling place because of projected high turnout. I'm going to go at about 2-ish, try to avoid the lunch crowd.
If my internet dies today, I'll be making a crash cart of double AA's from remotes to get those damned hamsters running again.
And if McCain wins, I'm going to start filling out all the internet ads that beg me to teach English in Korea/Japan/Canada/the moon.