Jayne ,'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.
I am no good at things like juice fasts. They make me dizzy and headachy.
Same here.
Randomly, good GRIEF, gluten-free stuff is expensive. But now I have the ingredients to make GF popovers.
I would like this migraine to either go away, or actually happen for real, instead of this hazy halfway state. I feel like I *should* be doing things, but I'm not quite well enough.
Me too on no juice fasting. Need protein.
Swing and a miss on the booty text. Boo hiss.
Booooo for no booty. Glad you're having a fun night with J though. Man, now I wanna come hang out with y'all. Tell her I say HI!!
omg, I was so booty-ready that yesterday I was drooling over a bartender shaking a cocktail. Like, it was INTENSE.
Between being sick, having anti-b related stomach issues and yeast infections, having a houseguest, and being apart for 5 days... damn.
I did some tempting though. I think it'll pay off soonish. Hope so. Been too few and far between lately.
J says HI!!
HG scuttlebutt - not based at Village this year, can't afford what M is asking. Don't have a base yet. Meep.
I am no good at things like juice fasts. They make me dizzy and headachy.
Me too, but maybe it'd be different if I was fasting for myself instead of fasting for a medical procedure.
Ugh, I figured something like that would happen with HG this year, given how fraught it was last year. He has SO MANY requests for space that time of year. I dunno though, I worked hard to stay out of it all.
I've never done a juice fast. I like eating too much. I've been doing a bit of stress eating since Christmas and have gained weight. Dont know how much, but my clothes don't fit right. I'm going back to healthier eating habits tomorrow.
I didn't get lovin' today, but I did make out like a teenager at a movie theater. It was fun. And, I needed a bit of that after this week.
I watched the last episode of The Wire last night with my roommate. I feel bereft. I don't think any show has affected me quite so much. Also, as depressing as it was, the episode really had no right to be that damned funny at the same time.
GOOD FUCKING G-D, why is my neck welting up? I haven't had any gluten, and I've been extra paranoid/careful about cross-contamination? Excuse me, I'm going to sulk now.
Oh, Jilli. That sucks.