9 for me too.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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 started at 11, almost 12.
And now that crying jag is done. Dammit. Smack upside the head out of nowhere.
I must remember that all legal and non-harmful coping methods are good things. Damned Puritans. Distraction is my friend.
Oh, Connie. Ambush crying attacks are the worst.
I cannot remember when I started. Am I supposed to remember that? I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
Oh, god, yes.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I only know about those from Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. And the new editions of that book has that part rewritten, so that it talks about the adhesive strip pads, instead.
My mom showed me one of those and I was horrified.
hil,
that is an abomination.
My housemate is watching the DVD extras of Despicable Me 2 now that we've got the Blue Ray player working. He laughs so delightedly. Thank God I'm not coming home to an empty house.
And I finally get to watch the extras on the Avengers blue ray I have.