I know the conversation has moved on , but in high school I was involved wit a group of friends that wrote Bay city Roller fanfic.
DH is now vaguely afraid.
'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I know the conversation has moved on , but in high school I was involved wit a group of friends that wrote Bay city Roller fanfic.
DH is now vaguely afraid.
I like health. I get annoyed that I have to do stuff to maintain and improve it. Tiresome.
I blew off my mammogram this year because I got annoyed with my PCP for saying I needed one in February when I had just had one in October and I'm supposed to be getting one a year. So, I'll get one early in 2010 to try to avoid that particular annoyance recurring. Easier to have the insurance freshly renewed when I get all my tests run, somehow.
Oooh, look. [link]
I can't even think about medical tests until I either get a job that provides insurance or some kind of reform is passed.
Oh, wow.
And since I'm on contract, I should get this taken care of now, huh?
Yes, yes! Go, go!
My mother's recent diagnosis -- thanks entirely to a mammogram -- has made me an advocate.
I will be good and schedule these things for the new year. I'll even get off my duff and find a PCP. Oy.
Why does Target have an NCIS:LA forced bromance ad? Whuhuh? When did bromance become so trendy?
Bromance is way trendy. There was even a movie about it this past summer, with Jason Segal and that other guy. Y'know, that one from...um....Clueless!
My mom got diagnosed on her first mammogram at 41. (Note: she is now 63 and perfectly fine!) SO GO!
I Love You, Man. Yeah. Gaying up Sherlock Holmes. Forcing the slash overtones from day 1 on network TV. It's weird.
There seems to be a lot of "Oh, it's that guy" on The Good Wife tonight, only I am not actually able to place those guys. All the lawyers whose names I'm not catching look really familiar.
I've become fond of vodka on those rare occasions when Dallas middles my bed.
As I leave for work I always look at the bottle of cheap vodka next to the bare mattress (soaked in cheap vodka) and the bed linens angrily yanked off the bed and wonder what the cops would think if I ended up murdered that day.
Hopefully one of you would help clear that up.
Dallas is a rescue. I found her all four pounds of her in a busy parking lot covered with ant bites. She was far enough from habitation that I assume she was dumped. She'll be 16 in April.
She ran over for a scritch when I called her upon reading the stories. She left in a huff when I did not give her any of my dinner.