N'awlins came through!! Now to see how close we can get to where we're going.
The way you're looking tonight, you'd better lavish it on New Orleans.
[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.
N'awlins came through!! Now to see how close we can get to where we're going.
The way you're looking tonight, you'd better lavish it on New Orleans.
~ma to all the sickies!
The company I work at is a gigantic room full of sneezing, sniffling, coughing people all spreading and re-spreading their germs around all day to a captive population.
So, I'm on week 4 or 5 of a cold that doesn't end, it just changes aspect.
Happy freaking New Year.
Happy new year, bitches! May it be a happier, healthier and more prosperous year for us all.
Tons of ~ma to all the sick bitches! (Wow, depending on how you read that, it could mean all of us!) Get better soon. No fun being in the ER. Eep.
And with that, let's bid 2012 a fond fair well. Here is to 2013 treating friends and family better.
Healing ~ma to you, too, bonny.
Happy New Year, Bitches!
Oh my gosh,ND and bonny! Much health-ma,my darlings!
Andi,SO good to see you!
Happy New Year, my Bitches!!
There are many fabulous flappers at this party. And a Kardashian in a fascinator, as i noted on fb. Was having some anxiety but dealt with it the old fashioned way... drinking. Was good to actually do a little dancing with D, now that he's got his cast off and is in a brace. I t heart my goofball dancer boy.
It's mainly going to be lots of rest for me. The worst part is that my throat feels like I swallowed broken glass. I can't remember the last time my throat was this raw.
I my goofball dancer boy.
That makes me smile.
What's been going on, Andi?
Cognitive dissonance and despair. I get on the scale at the doctor's office. I take my measurements so I can order clothes. The numbers go down. But this body looks and feels fatter and heavier all the time. The visceral disgust I have for this prison is getting worse. And no matter what happens now I can never have my real life in this universe. Being silly enough to tell the doc does very little good, because all it gets me is a recommendation for various modes of therapy I know enough about to know that while they can be quite useful at meeting the goals doc thinks I should have, they will not help me meet any of the goals I actually do have.
Ahhh, Andi. What are your goals? I feel for your frustrations.
My boy thinks he can out goofy me. Ohhhh, unhuhhh.