Angelus ,'Smile Time'
[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'm crossing my fingers for you, Drew.
Which means, I go to an F. WHich stands for "Fuck, my tits are huge."
To quote a dear friend: "I'm not an A cup. I'm not a B. I'm neither C nor D. I'm O, which stands for "OMG! They're coming, and they're heading straight towards us!"
Homeward bound~ma for Drew!!
To quote a dear friend: "I'm not an A cup. I'm not a B. I'm neither C nor D. I'm O, which stands for "OMG! They're coming, and they're heading straight towards us!"
Ha!
Update - hiring dude acknowledged my message and said he'd get back to me with answers. Not sure when, I'm hoping by COB today. Have told boss that I'd like a few minutes with her, but our schedules may not mesh until tomorrow.
Still feel like I'm going to barf. Delicious and large lunch did not help, but was worth it. Hoping to regain pronouns soon.
smonster, ma sister! I did hurl, whilst doing chores. I think my stomach did not like the really strong cup of coffee I had this morning. Tea tomorrow, methinks.
Or else I actually am allergic to chores! Ugh. Still feel slightly nast. But I have gotten so much done today; more than in weeks: emailed 2 jobs for application updates, made bed, defurred and febrezed couch, took pillow covers from couch pillows off and am laundering, 1 load of laundry down, 2 more in process, did dishes, cleaned stove, cleaned upstairs bathroom, did some stuff to office, made list of shit to do.
I think this is a lot. I was going to make a pot roast, but am not sure my tummy could take it. I gotta go to Target and get my HRT patch and paper towels, so I think I might just get some soup. I have some broc/cheddar soup, but that doesn't sound good to my tum. Maybe I can persuade Dan to go for me; I think, once the laundry and dishwasher are done cycling, I want to take a shower and lie down with a book for a while.
But I am still cheerful, upset tum or no.
Drew, I hope they spring you!
Deena, I have no nook, so thank you, but I couldn't borrow a book. Otherwise, I'd love to!
Drew, great news! Home~ma to you.
I am so not ready to go to Mexico tomorrow. Oy.
Switch places with you, Brenda. I am always ready to go to Mexico. It's the land of my conception. It has a strange siren song.
Well, I didn't get the job. They went with an internal candidate, which I get. I'm sort of bummed now.
I have been discharged. I'm just waiting for my wheelchair now.
Woo!!
Yay Drew!
Woo Hoo! Great news, Drew.
Also enjoying the news of cheese eating P-C, slumbering Erin, and all the other good news.