Emeline said, "I don't see her either! All I see is a GIANT BUTT!!"
At a kink party this weekend, The Boy put the hurt on me for a while (standard disclaimers apply: consensual, yadda yadda). Later he and I together beat on a guy friend of ours (which was totally fun because I felt like Spike and Dru).
On the way home, The Boy said, "Don't take this the wrong way..." [patented Boyfriend Pause of Potentially Saying Something Very Bad]
"Go ahead," I said.
"Your ass is SUCH a better target than C.'s ass. His is all teeny and yours is just...FUN!!!"
I have a fun ass. Woot woot!
(Seriously, it made me laugh.)
I like the way the Boy puts things.
ION, large storm is parked over Utah. My newly weather-sensitive shoulder is helpfully pointing out to me every little fluctuation in millibars. Damn my inability to take a full pain pill and still be coherent for work.
I take some scheduled drugs and that whole paper prescription things so awkward and 20th century.
I hate it. We can't ring a pharmacist for refills over here - a doctor has to authorize every single one. So I have to go to the doctor's office even though I don't have to see a doctor. Twice - once to request the prescription and once again to pick it up. And then to the pharmacy to get it filled. And this every month. Ah, NHS bureaucracy.
Glad they sorted you out with the meds, Hil.
I worked out for the second day in a row (go me!)
This is motivation. (I have trouble recognizing this.)
"Your ass is SUCH a better target than C.'s ass.
Hee!
This is motivation. (I have trouble recognizing this.)
Enormous ass. That's motivation.
I hate it. We can't ring a pharmacist for refills over here - a doctor has to authorize every single one. So I have to go to the doctor's office even though I don't have to see a doctor. Twice - once to request the prescription and once again to pick it up. And then to the pharmacy to get it filled. And this every month.
We have to do it with Em's ADHD meds. Sucks.
You know it's bad when you yawn so hugely that you hurt your jaw so that it radiates up to your skull.
Insent to my Tepalicious.
You flashed your polished bum at me, dear, not your brazillianed cooch. I stand by my 'not nearly whory enough' assessment. You are going to have to stay married.
Dude, I don't remember flashing you! Ah, well. I guess I'll stay married.
Oh, damn, that vodka is so damned cute! I am so curious now! Maybe for my birthday.
I like liqourice enough that absinthe would be good. And I think it would be fun and ritualistic.
Need more coffee. Hey, I have health insurance! Wow, that was fast!
