Low pony. You can flip it into a knot at the base of your neck too.
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.
Frizzed out bun might make you look mathematically professorial, actually. Stick a pen in it. Get some chalk dust on you for no apparent reason.
happy birthday MM!
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Happy birthday MM!
Happy birthday, MM! Bend this year to your will and make it your bitca! Or something like that.
I should add that the co-worker complaining about the horrid smell wasn't actually implying that I was its source; I heard her and my non-medicated brain automatically filled in all the blanks with IT'S ME I AM THE STENCH, and then I spent way too much time wallowing in guilt and shame and stress eating. Fortunately, just as I was about to polish off our giant tub of leftover Christmas biscotti, someone in the clinic did something unbelievably stupid and/or lazy and filled me with a good distracting dose of healthy cleansing rage. Stink-smelling co-worker was in no way to blame for my misery; it was all Zoloft deficit.
Yep, this is pretty much the reaction I expected.
That's fine. I won't call you anymore. When you think that you need your parents, we might not even be there for you. If you don't want anymore contact, then that is your choice. It is obvious that you want to live your life without us in it.
And I wouldn't have kept calling you if you had ever bothered to return any of my calls and let me know what was going on. I'm sorry for being a concerned mother.
I don't even know if I'm supposed to respond.
I don't even know if I'm supposed to respond.
Oh, yes, you're supposed to respond. You're supposed to call her immediately and beg for forgiveness, then drive down and get that necklace.
I can't believe how immature your mom is. She sounds like a pouting girlfriend!
If this goes down the same way it went down eight years ago, my dad's going to call and yell at me for making my mom cry. Luckily, I have turned off my phone.
I'd delete the voicemails without listening, too.