Stripping. And wish I could strip. Uhg. Just trying to get the top layers of latex off the top post.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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.
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.
Sounds like! Owen's got the right parents, too! (to Cash. )
I had a margarita. And now I want another one, but that was all the margarita we had. Sniff.
There's nothing more sad than a bit of slush at the bottom of the blender.