You're welcome, Scrappy.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Continuously vacillating between panic, denial, and funk. With brief intervals of being hyper. HI!
Oh HAI. Me too, except for the "hyper" part. I could some hyper once in a while, just to get stuff done.
Embrace the Zappos! Also Endless. Same setup, different shoes. I can't wear Dansko; the largest size I could find was too short.
Oh HAI. Me too, except for the "hyper" part. I could some hyper once in a while, just to get stuff done.
Oh, I don't get productively hyper. Mostly silly talky hyper.
Okay, remember by BCP issue? I talked to the pharmacy to get it changed to a different generic, and it turns out that the incompetent doctor's office CALLED IN THE WRONG DAMNED DRUG, and that's why I'm having these problems! I assumed that it was a different generic, but according to the pharmacist, they are not equal. I'm LIVID.
I kind of really want these Danskos.
Those are the ones I have! And I get mucho compliments every time I wear them! Buy them.... dooo eeeeeet.
They look like magic! Or science!
Vortex, holy crap!
Vortex, that's ridiculous.
ION, I am unreasonably cranky today. My outfit, comprised of things that usually make me very happy, is making me go "meh". I am tired. The Body Image Monsters are trying to stage a coup. I don't want to do any editing.
My CrankyBloomers are very, very appropriate today.
Oh, my doctor is getting quite the angry call tomorrow. His front desk staff has always been issue filled, but this could have endangered my health.