Then there was the night that the guy I was sleeping with told me--in bed!--that he was engaged. I kicked him--literally--out of bed, laughed, then sat in a friend's room and drank a whole bottle of wine and never lost the power of clear speech.
OMG, how was there not BLOOD?
Champagne cocktails are a win! I always drink Kir Royale's on New Year's. Prosecco is also a favorite, especially on hot, hot summer evenings. Gotta be careful, tho with champagne or Prosecco when it's hot, because it goes down so damn easy and you can sop up a lot of it in a hurry and WHAMMO!
Barb, speaking from experience, I DID take painkillers the night before my surgery, and my Ambien the night before. I started my period 2 days before le slicorama and had to; doc was okay with it. Just don't eat or drink anything 12 hours before!
In first world problems, the dress I ordered from Trashy Diva to wear to a friends wedding in a couple of weeks is no longer available, and I don't have the money to order another one this month, because the other dresses available in my size are more expensive.
The granola bar I just had for lunch had high MALTOSE corn syrup. That's new. It also had HFCS a couple ingredients later. Can't you just use molasses or something, guys? That's what other people do.
There are days where I absolutely wonder how K-Bug is my kid. I'm proud of her and all, but the rebellion has yet to happen. And she turns 19 at the end of this week. Oy.
I am at a meeting planning the gala in a few weeks. Um. Sound is fucked! :: head-desk::
Barb tons of ~ma headed your way.
I called my doctor first thing this morning and left a message because I need a prescription before I leave on Friday. It's my ADD meds, so they can't just call it in. I have to go in am pick it up. No one ever called me back; my doctor's office was never like this until recently.
I'm proud of her and all, but the rebellion has yet to happen. And she turns 19 at the end of this week. Oy.
According to my parents, I never rebelled.
According to me, successful rebellion is best kept secret. And bloodless.
I don't know. But I guess that's why my dad takes so much credit for me and the way I'm adulting, or whatever. And I'm like, "dude! I'm my own person!".
One of my lecturers asked me today how am I with computers (I have a geek aura, or something). I started mumbling few things, because it's not that I'm technophobic, it's just that computers gets mostly suicidal next to me.
A few hours later I understood the answer is that I understand computers enough to communicate with people. When I need or have the chance of making my relationship with people better, I'll take a chance and upgrade/install something. Open-Source is for the soul, and in process. But the real "why I'm using computers" in the first place is that connection to the world.
It sounds right in my head, but I know it'll sound weird when I'll try to tell people that.
She'd have a lot. Vortex does not do anything small. See also: breasts.
unfortunately, see also: ass.
unfortunately, see also: ass
I have ONE friend with big tits and NO ass to balance it out. She tips over a lot. I mean, really, there's a balance issue, and dresses look ridiculous on her.
