I'm going out for sushi tonight! Sushi and cupcakes, to celebrate my being well enough to LEAVE THE HOUSE. Also to celebrate my having a job interview tomorrow.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Happy Birthday, Nora!
Yay on the job interview, Jilli! Much luck!
Crossing fingers and toes for you, Jilli!
Jilli, I'm glad you are feeling better, and good luck on your interview.
I'm so lucky to have the supervisor I do. Just before I left for my doctor's appt, I emailed her to let her know I probably wasn't coming back in today. Here's her response:
Thanks for recognizing what you need to do to take care of yourself… and to stay productive. They go hand in hand.
See you tomorrow.
So I'm on the couch, watching Project Runway. My goal is to do one thing per commercial break.
Happy Birthday Nora!
The Fug Girls, making me howl about Lady Gaga at the VMAs
Here, she's styled herself into an Aztec dominatrix with a sprained neck who lives in the basement of Radio City Music Hall, jealously haunting the patrons whose heads have a full range of motion.
How did I never see that corset site? Those are some HAWT models.
As if I could love Eddie Izzard any more:
Run, Izzard, and run and run again
It's the last leg of Eddie Izzard's 43 marathons in 51 days. How did the less than athletic comic pull off such a feat of endurance?
I've been following him on Twitter, Vortex. He's AMAZING and I'm so crushing on him, it's unreal.