yes, with his glasses he's back at 20/20 vision.
I also have therapy today which I dread, and that I hate that I dread.
'Objects In Space'
[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.
yes, with his glasses he's back at 20/20 vision.
I also have therapy today which I dread, and that I hate that I dread.
I wasn't even playing your little drummer song game, but I realized I lost it just now as I got on this plane, because it was playing.
{{Nora}}
meara, I don't see how anyone wins that game. I've heard it more than a half-dozen times already.
I wasn't even playing your little drummer song game, but I realized I lost it just now as I got on this plane, because it was playing.
I lost on Saturday. I forgot it was on the Charlie Brown Christmas CD. (I will say that's the only version of that song I can tolerate, so if I had to lose, I'm glad it was to that version.)
Oh, man, this t-shirt is SO relevant to my interests. [link] Severely tempted to buy, but do not have the money. Will have to hope it gets reprinted elsewhere.
I don't hate the Tori Amos version. I think the only way to win is to stay away from any sort of retail establishment (or always wear headphones).
They put up the Christmas tree in our department last week. I'm finding it surprisingly cheerful. Bright blinky lights do that for me. I like bling.
My landlords put up garlands around the front of the house. (Is that what they're called? The sort of ropes of pine stuff, with big red bows where they're attached to the porch railing.) It makes me kind of vaguely uncomfortable, but I understand that there's no right to be free from being vaguely uncomfortable. I'll be glad when it's down, though.
Pack out has started. My life is being wrapped in white paper and taped into cardboard boxes.
Oh, man, this t-shirt is SO relevant to my interests. [link] Severely tempted to buy, but do not have the money. Will have to hope it gets reprinted elsewhere.
That's by my friend Karen Hallion!