Argh. I'm having the monthly intractable headache. This is day 3. Pain all down the right side of my head, wrapping around to my neck and shoulder. It's not bad enough to send me to bed, but bad enough that I can't concentrate on doing anything. I've tried all the medicinal weapons at my disposal: Advil, Tylenol, decongestant, antihistamine, caffeine, Valium, nothing's touching it.
In good news, I've officially gone down a pants size. Had to get new jeans, my old ones were
literally
falling off me.
In good news, I've officially gone down a pants size.
My brain being what it is, and me glancing at this quickly had this looking like: "In good news, I've officially gone down a penis size." And you know, Zen, I barely blinked thinking about your strap-on collection.
Oh, le n., stick to your guns! And good luck!
If anyone wants to see something entirely adorable, check it out:
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My brain being what it is, and me glancing at this quickly had this looking like: "In good news, I've officially gone down a penis size." And you know, Zen, I barely blinked thinking about your strap-on collection.
Well, I had to get smaller ones. I was scaring the virgins.
Soon I may need to strap on my pants. Oooh, girl suspenders!
Oh, hey,
Dr. Craig from St. Elsewhere AKA KITT
on Grey's this week. What a treat!
there has been a murder at Churchill Downs!
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Is anyone else hearing the Murder She Wrote theme music?
Ha.
Read about the murder at the Blood Horse.
Is anyone else hearing the Murder She Wrote theme music?
Or feel the ghost of Dick Francis?
