Happy new year!
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Happy Twenty-Ten, peoples!!!
The good part about going to a party that's around the corner is that, when I realized I was sweaty AND cold/clammy and needed to lie down soon, The Boy just brought me home and went back to the party. Which I told him to do -- I don't want my illness interfering with his fun.
We made it until about 12:30, but then I hit a wall. It was a typical crazy-ass eclectic party that this friend throws -- there were geeky people talking about geeky stuff in one room, little kids running around with noisemakers, a drum circle in the front room, and kinky people in a side room talking about...computers. (Nerds!)
After midnight, we popped party confetti things and the drum circle went bonkers, joined in by enthusiastic noisemaker blowing. That lasted for about half an hour. Crazy people! GOOD crazy, though, not edge-away-slowly crazy.
That's a pretty hot top your own damn self.
I love it in theory, but wearing it tonight reminded me of why I don't wear it often -- it's cut in a way that's not flattering to me. Kind of -- not an empire waist, but it's gathered a little at the bust, and then drops out in a loose, shapeless form, which only serves to make me look pregnant, since I carry my weight in my belly. I need things that are a little fitted, or at least have some shape. I think this is going to go to Goodwill.
And what color are the leather pants? It's important. Because if they're black, and I bet they are, he's evil.
They're black, and he's evil. Although he brought me home when I was feeling poorly, so he's not *that* evil.
I'm not tired; I just need to recline. Thank god for heated mattress pads and laptop computers.
Happy New Year, Bitches!!! May it be filled with good things for all of you.
YOU GUYS. This is weird and disturbing: my stronger-than-death sweet tooth is GONE. It has been for about a week. Maybe it's because I'm sick, but being sick in the past hasn't made my sweet tooth go away. NOTHING has made it go away.
Here's the only thing I can think it is: I started a new probiotic for my IBS, and it's not made of good bacteria; it's actually a yeast, but a "good" yeast in the same way that probiotics are good bacteria. Anyway, the yeast-probiotic is supposed to wipe out Candida overgrowth.
Candida overgrowth is not uncommon with IBS, and/or can be mistaken for IBS.
[Yes, it's an hour into the new year, and I'm talking about my colon health. Shut up.]
One of the major symptoms of a Candida overgrowth is -- you guessed it -- massive sugar cravings, because Candida is a bad yeast that wants sugar. So maybe my sugar cravings are gone because the new probiotic is getting rid of a Candida overgrowth.
It's just...WEIRD, to have all kinds of Christmas cookies, and chocolate, and cake in the house and not even want it. I'm not avoiding it out of some sense of food "virtue," by sheer force of will; I really don't want it. At the party tonight, I nibbled on potato chips, shrimp, and swiss cheese, even though there was cheesecake and red velvet cupcakes with buttercream frosting and a big glorious chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and white chocolate shavings on top.
This is MESSED UP, yo.
This is MESSED UP, yo.
I think your previous state was the messed up one. What you think is normal? Fucked up. Wait...I think just blew your mind.
What you think is normal? Fucked up.
Well, YEAH. Have you MET me?
I have, actually.
I have met you on a train
I have met you puking out your brains
I have met you dodging a dance
I have met you in leather pants.
Um, I'm going to take your new probiotic on the off chance that I stop liking sugar. M'kay?
I have met you on a train
I have met you puking out your brains
I have met you dodging a dance
I have met you in leather pants.
This? Is AWESOME.
Um, I'm going to take your new probiotic on the off chance that I stop liking sugar. M'kay?
It's not so much that I don't like it anymore (I had a Christmas cookie last night, and it was tasty), but I don't have the heroin-junkie craving for it. Weirrrrrrrrd.