'Get It Done'
[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.
If her parents are similarly strict, just imagine all the relatives you could piss off together.
My great-grandfather was Indian. I'm living one-eighth of Polter-Cow's hypothetical situation right now! Well, except Wallybee's not underage and her rellies all seem to be ok with me. And my dad's reaction to meeting Wallybee was to tell me that I shouldn't stuff this up because I wasn't going to do any better (thanks, Dad). So I guess it's nothing like Polter-Cow's situation. Ah well.
But it was amusing! Especially since, from my name, she had been expecting a woman.
Psst. Change your name to Polter-Bull! Bam problem solved.
ION- the Steven Seagal lawman show is not all that great.
Can someone please remind my eldest cat that it is NOT ok to eat plastic and bits of tape, and then hoark it up all over my nice clean living room? Ick. This is my reward for hours of leaf-containment?
(askye, i'm assuming you've already been referred to a urologist to check out the wierdness? In case it is not specifically related to lady-bits? All of my ovarian cysts [and there have been many] were very evident on ultrasounds. And MRI's.)
(Smonster, do your break up in whatever way is gonna be the most humane means you can sanely manage. It's always gonna be ugly unless it's totally mutual.)
In other news, an LJ friend introduced me to a fannish Indian girl in New York, and we have been having long e-mail conversations for the last couple weeks
Hey! Do I know her? I know a fannish Indian girl in New York!
Awww, Nico is an equal opportunity eater (and barfer). FTR, Puppycat totally scarfs food and horks it. I disapprove of her reality tv-star ways.
ugh. my uterus is betraying me. feel like I'm not bleeding, I'm hemorraghing. I had to buy maxi pads for the first time in years because I was tired of dealing with accidents. I haven't bled this badly since before the fibroid surgery. I hope that the fibroids aren't back.
Hey! Do I know her? I know a fannish Indian girl in New York!
I don't know!
Not the one I know! But still, cool!
Okay, I think I found my Christmas cards for this year: [link]
Not the one I know!
Alas! That would have been awesome. But now we know there are at least two fannish Indian girls in New York.
But still, cool!
It is!
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