I'm not sad, I'm just drunk
Oh, dear god, I love this!
Juliebird, I am going to hell, but this is cracking my shit UP.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm not sad, I'm just drunk
Oh, dear god, I love this!
Juliebird, I am going to hell, but this is cracking my shit UP.
I really, honestly, truly, don't know if I would have been able to dredge up tears for my mother otherwise, Erin. So I'm probably going to hell, too.
So many of my friends from high school are so very conservative.
You've seen mine on FB--they are WAY conservative. Not that that is a big change from HS. They were that way back then.
I've got skating with the girls tomorrow.
Stripping. And wish I could strip. Uhg. Just trying to get the top layers of latex off the top post.
After my massage, I feel slightly battered. Which is good. Mostly.
Owen just asked me to have "a lot more kids" so he can "jam out with them." But he'll settle for another brother.
Cash as Shirley Patridge! Well, you've already got Keith and Laurie, although I might advise against a Danny. And a Reuben.
I want to live in Owen’s world. It just sounds so much better than this one.
He has an Aang tattoo on his forehead, he's eating some goldfish crackers and is watching Loony Toons right this moment so life is pretty good in his Universe.
I could use a massage -- I think it's a combination of sleeping badly and carrying too much stuff that has my old stress knot in my back flaring up like crazy. I've been taking Advil, which helps.
I went to a party! With my parents. It was nice, although I did not make new neighborhood friends, which was kind of the plan.