Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
[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.
Things HAVE to be better this year than last year for me. I have had some shitty years, and I'm sure 2009 won't be all peaches and roses, but it's looking up for me and hopefully I will do all I can to continue it.
Some things are beyond my control, though. But I clutch my tiny hopes (and my pearls) and try to persevere.
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I have just remembered that I do NOT like babaganoujh.
t chews gum furiously
wait! What? We have to announce our random thoughts now? Dude. I didn't get that memo.
You don't have to.
Unless you want a gold star for the day.
... and that's why they call it random.
I think.
Anyway, last night GC posted a post we all want to read and congrats flowed and I all teary eyed, in my dream! It was most fun. Hope I'm psychic.
You are very sweet, Laura. I hope you're psychic, too!
Are Suzi and Nicole buttoned up for the blizzard? I'm worried.
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I really don't want my doctor reading my MRI on his or her iPhone. I'm just saying.
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Okay, where's my star? I will take a cupcake instead, if possible.
NB: I am not having an MRI. I'm only reacting to the iPhone commercial.
Why can't my menopause just arrive and be done with it? I don't want this cycle any more. I don't even care about the actual physical period anymore, I just want to stop having a monthly two-day crying depression. I didn't use to get this. I spent thirty years just having mild crankies that were assuaged with junk food and cheeseburgers. Now I'm looking up my company's mental health policies and looking at drug company websites to figure out which pills will have the fewer side effects--and next week I'll be saying, "What the hell was that about?"
It's the kind of day that feeds the male-hater in me, who mutters, "Men don't have to put up with this, but I could make up for that very easily."
And, of course, the standard answer is "All women are different, blah blah, the cycles change as you age, blah blah, etc."
I hate my customers, I hate my company, I hate my body, and the rest of existence had just damn well better watch its step.
I'm randomly thinking about fungus. The toenail variety, to be specific. How could I have had no idea I had it for so long? And now, what to do about it?
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