Oh, god, between that and my hysterectomy, I think I could stand in for crone-in-training in a pagan circle.
'Time Bomb'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ryan Gosling is really waging a tremendous onslaught (can you do that? I think you can do that. He does that) on my loins. But he doesn't have to! I can sleep with both of you! It's not pick-a-Canadian-Ryan-world or anything stupid like that. Sheesh.
What awesomely adorable thing has the Gosling done now?
"They're disappointed when I'm not Ryan Reynolds," the actor told E!, acting out a typical conversation with a fan: "'Oh, can I get my picture with you?' And you're like, sure, and they go, 'I thought you were more muscle-y.' No. 'Have you gotten, like, more unattractive for a role?' No. Just the role of my life."
I would even do you both at the same time, that's how doing I am.
US Open is excitingballs.
Have been emailing with my vascular surgeon, and no, Perkins was right, it's not supposed to hurt. But I'm not swollen, so the big worry of infection is off the table.
US Open is kind of stressful.
Is the surgeon going to do more than tell you it shouldn't hurt?
I hope so.
He says give it a couple days. But, you know, he used an exclamation point.
Hmph.
What Perkins said. Unsatisfactory.
I kind of want my Mummy and want to cry. It's really stupid. But if the estimation is that it'll be done Monday, then so be it. Of course, this is an ER-free weekend, so I don't even get that time off.
US Open is making me moue in excitement.