(and i firmly believe that there is something deeply therapeutic in getting a new bed after a big relocation. bed is where i rest, regenerate, restore - and i loved the symbolism of a new bed to go with a new home. but that's just me.)
Buffy ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
I woke up and can't stop hiccuping. This is odd.
erin, I'm pricing those options, too. I really only have a couple of bulky pieces I want to hold on to - a solid wood bookshelf from childhood and a cherry dresser. Everything else either breaks down flat or I'm selling/giving away. I need a new bed - my mattress/boxspring are 20+ yrs old and have held out very well but are starting to sag. Also, I'd like a queen.
I'm also going to call a guy I know to see if he's got a van he's selling and would make me a deal on. Speaking of vehicles, my car insurance is apparently going to jump by $300+ with this move. Fuckity.
Okay, going to try to go to sleep again. I may need sleeping pills of some kind to make it through this move.
Hell is where I have to give presentations in front of fellow students at 8:30am.
(After it. Went OK, I guess, but I die a little on the inside after every time. There's a reason [well, plenty of reasons. But that's one of them] why I won't peruse an academic career, but just a PhD).
(Yes, I know that part of most PhD programs is teaching. That's the part I'd ignore right now, thank you).
Oh, wow. That was seriously trippy. Ryan has been watching the Teletubbies, dubbed in Mandarin. I kid you not. Even the nonsense bits are clearly Mandarin nonsense. Meanwhile, Wallybee cracked up uncontrollably, and now claims that Dipsy dances exactly like me. She's started calling me Telehubby. I'm not at all convinced this is conducive to a harmonious society.
claims that Dipsy dances exactly like me
Pictures or it didn't happen.
Right. Allow me to elaborate.
Your pictures dancing, or it didn't happen.
Your pictures dancing, or it didn't happen.
Look at this. I give and I give, and is it appreciated? No, it is not.
I don't think I have the right software to make my pictures dance anyway.
Wallybee cracked up uncontrollably, and now claims that Dipsy dances exactly like me. She's started calling me Telehubby. I'm not at all convinced this is conducive to a harmonious society.
You know that woman is amazing, right! So. freakin. hilarious!