My only comment on mammograms is that they are a hell of a lot more comfortable than breast cancer.
I know, I'm just whiny. I also got lectured about eating right. Yes, I know, whole grains. I wear a pedometer. I make soup. Leave me alone, lady.
Zoe: We're getting him back. Jayne: What are we gonna do, clone him?
'War Stories'
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.
Dana - Jul 05, 2011 6:50:08 pm PDT #24731 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Strix - Jul 05, 2011 7:15:24 pm PDT #24732 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I have to get a mammo this year. I'm not looking forward to it, but I figure it at least is more dignified than weekly dildocams.
Scrappy - Jul 05, 2011 8:13:11 pm PDT #24733 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
It SO is. And it's over pretty quick.
lisah - Jul 06, 2011 3:11:54 am PDT #24734 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
And a lot of women say it doesn't hurt much at all (regardless of breast size). It hurt like hell to me but it's over Super fast so really no big deal!
Laga - Jul 06, 2011 6:50:53 am PDT #24735 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Aims, you're kind of my hero right now for being that self-possessed.
I wish I was so brave. There are people I would hide from.
Yay turtle adventure!
smonster - Jul 06, 2011 7:30:06 am PDT #24736 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Guess who has two thumbs and no internet, because the wire got knocked out again?!?! Yep, this girl. No water, no Internet, no health insurance, no cigarettes. I'm doing the "you have to laugh at yourself, otherwise you'll cry your eyes out" thing. I mean, REALLY?
Oh, well, guess it's time to run errands and make phone calls and work on my resume.
Toddson - Jul 06, 2011 7:37:01 am PDT #24737 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
well ... it's New Orleans ... at least there's booze
smonster - Jul 06, 2011 7:37:11 am PDT #24738 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Coffee: spoke to landlord - he's going to call a plumber, and will come by soon so we can do a walkthrough and modify the lease. And the cable folks will be by sometime this afternoon. Here's hoping they fix it for good.
Strix - Jul 06, 2011 8:05:56 am PDT #24739 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
No doubt, smonster! Perhaps this is the universe's way of verifying to you that you joined the right community, by forcing you to get out in it?
(Trying for a pos spin...)
Guy, I had HORRIBLE dreams last night. Epic and weird. Colossaly tangled and weird, and awful in lingering ways.
Prince Andrew was assassinated, I had to borrow Elizabeth Taylor's room in a hotel to get dressed for a royal wedding at Buckingham Palace in clothes I already owned (read: horribly inappropriate, I drove from the Midwest to Buckingham Palace in an ice storm in July and couldn't find it, and this was AFTER I cheated on D with an Elizabethan ghost in the scariest goddamn castle of death -- seriously, it was awful, ugh -- and I left the ghost, and went back to D, and we lived in a tenement house with a scary bathroom --gross scary, not scary scary -- and we got in a horrible fight, and I acted like a child, and he LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT because his ex called him to go work out with her, because she said he spent more time with me then he did even when she had the baby, and then I was locked out of the tenement, and he drove of in a weird little car, and then I woke up about 5 minutes ago, and I feel like someone beat me all night.
I am sore as hell in the shoulders and arms.
WTFF, brain? That was AWFUL, and I am not rested AT ALL.
Ok, I had to get that mess out of my head. UGH.
smonster - Jul 06, 2011 8:20:07 am PDT #24740 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Good freaking lord, Erin!! I hate dreams like that.
I tweaked my resume AGAIN, and left another message for the HaRpy* at MFC. Now about to eat lunch and then run errands, probably in a storm.
* not a slur on HR peeps. I loved the HR folks at my old job. This one is one of those awful faux-sweet Southern women.