I need to step away from the blogs. After just narrowly avoiding the Oppression Olympics yesterday, I seem to have gotten into an argument with an essentialist about the difference between woman and female.
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.
eep. I got a list of names from home office of people we should admit for free if they ask to watch the new Transformers trailer. The list includes Steven Spielberg and Michael Bay. I doubt they would stop by our little far-from-hollywood theatre but still. eep!
Crap crap crap. Anxiety attack. Bad one.
Need distraction. Hairspray? Mamma Mia? Blue Crush? Newsies? Actually, no Newsies -- there's a scene in there that I know I won't be able to deal with right now.
Deep breaths dear. I like Hairspray from that selection. I'm immersed in SciFi Friday myself. Switching back and forth between Sarah Connor and Countdown. They have commercials on at the same time too often.
I'm going with Mamma Mia. And trying to remember to breathe.
Sing along. It helps with the breathing.
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I had a nosebleed at work. Thbbbpt.
The sing-along feature was one of the reasons I picked Mamma Mia.
Both the mother and the daughter in this movie have a group of friends who have a jingle that they sing when they all get together. Does anybody actually do that?
Both the mother and the daughter in this movie have a group of friends who have a jingle that they sing when they all get together. Does anybody actually do that?
a jingle they made up?
Should I stop my cat from eating a cardboard box?
My mother signs often, and we often join her. But it is totally random. No personal jingles.