'Lineage'
[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.
I once read a story about a doctor/professor/biologist that ingested a tapeworm before he went abroad. Then when he got home, he'd take the cure.
Why?
Apparently the story went that the tapeworm let him eat anything and everything without having to worry.
As I type this, I expect to type "and then one day..." but I have no further info to impart.
So, I'm staying home today.
UTI killed me anytime I had to walk anywhere yesterday. I'm fine sitting, laying down, but moving? NSM.
It took me more than 15 minutes to get from a good parking space to clock in at work yesterday. It should have been a two minute one.
Oh, and to make matters worse, what with the leg wound and the UTI, I sweated a lot. That brought on further dehydration and, of course, leg cramps overnight.
So? Staying the h*** home.
re the royal wedding guests: that's a LOT of bling!
And the Spanish princess (in pink) looks like she may have mugged a matador for the jacket.
A poll for tonight's activities:
To start, let me mention I'm kind of hungover and really tired.
Should I:
Go to yoga?
Go to this seminar on absinthe cocktail making?
Do nothing?
Go to the seminar on absinthe cocktail making and report back to US!
I TOTALLY JUST SENT THAT TO THE FUG GIRLS!!
Princess Elena: I hang my head in shame.
Princess Cristina: You should.
Princess Elena: How was I to know?
Princess Cristina: Sweetheart, here's a bit of advice: When doing your walk of shame, make sure you have left with your wrap, and not the jacket of your matador lover.
Princess Elena: I hang my head in shame.
Princess Cristina: It's ok - it's taking away from the fact that I'm wearing Eleanor Dashwood's dress as redesigned by Forever 21.
I feel so sorry for the mother of the groom. Someone should have loaned her some sparkly stuff!
I never understood why it was considered a walk of shame. Shouldn't it be the Strut of I Got Some?
They should call it the Walk of Stop Assuming We Had Sex, Maybe We Talked and Then Had Ice Cream; Ice Cream Is Awesome Too and Don't Lie, You Want Some Right Now.
That works.
Heaven knows I was always smirking when I strolled into the dorm on a Sunday morning while wearing the clothes I left in Saturday night.