Oof. This wisdom tooth has been about a millimeter or two below the gum line for at least a month now. And every few days, it moves slightly and starts pressing against a nerve.
I'm making a dentist appointment for sometime Thanksgiving week.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Oof. This wisdom tooth has been about a millimeter or two below the gum line for at least a month now. And every few days, it moves slightly and starts pressing against a nerve.
I'm making a dentist appointment for sometime Thanksgiving week.
I know Eddie Izzard's dress-wearing has come up here, a long time ago, and I just noticed this on IMDB:
I am a card-carrying transvestite. Always have been, always will be.
Thank god!
It's not like it's something you outgrow.
More importantly, it's hot.
More importantly, it's hot.
That would be the main thing.
There aren't a lot of guys in eyeliner who rank as one of the ten funniest men on earth.
He is also really smart.
I read through everything -- I come from a non-swearing family. And I wasn't allowed to insult my sisters. Respect was the word for our house. In fact , my father once said something to me which I felt was completely disrespectful to me as a teenager. I looked at him , and left the dinner table. and I did not come back until he apologized.
But then sj said this:
I tend to care more about the tone than the words themselves.
If you ever heard my Dad spit out the word "jerk" you know that he could have called you every name in the book and it wouldn't be worse. Of course, he rarely says it directly to anyone.
The other word he sues is nummy. for people with numb brains. so maybe it should be spelled numby? But that is one I use because it is so much more descriptive than stupid.
eta: work ate my brain
I use crazy, but I do have a mental illness. Does that matter? I love the word crazy. Because we all are a little crazy, I think, diagnosed or not. And maybe also because crazy isn't a negative word to me most of the time. My crazy friends, my crazy life--wouldn't have it any other way.
Anyway. I have just taken an Ambien in hopes I will get a decent night's sleep and be able to ignore the obnoxiously loud neighbors. It's Thursday people, seriously.
My mother is both crazy and also has mental illness.
I'd forgotten about cheese-paring, but the discussion of losing the richness of the language brought it to mind. Yeah, I'm a bit sad that niggardly isn't the best choice for every day conversation, but nothing beats cheese-paring, and frankly if the cows are offended, then by-gum, I'll offend 'em.
Because when I hear someone use "gay" to describe anything other than a gay person
How about if it were used in reference to a bar, quite possibly by Electric Six?