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.
(1) Teppy, I'm so sorry your wretched brain chemistry is screwing you over. You are fucking awesome. I mean, i know that me saying that is kind of futile, but - man, you are not turning into a supervillain of destructo powers, you've just had shitty synchronicity in place. (Probably. Although if it IS evil superpowers, that's actually v. Cool and you should give me the keys to a shiny new Australia.)
urgh, though - you deserve so much better. I hope that your meds can be adjusted to help you with this.
(2)
Woman, we are OLD. (Luke Perry is on the cover of the AARP magazine.) Porn is like, I woke up today and only one ankle hurt instead of two.
Oh God. Ain't it the truth?
(3) hello peoples.
blows kisses to Fay
Go Teppy with doing the hard work!
ION, I think this election has finally driven me to unfollow, and possibly unfriend somebody.
I did unfriend one and unfollow several. It is sad.
I've been led to that too.
I am sad, but honestly, relieved.
W00t! Fay's back in Bitches!
My Republican family members are being very, very quiet about politics on Facebook. I don't know if they're being considerate of my delicate feelings or if they're just that ashamed of their party's candidate. Either way, I'm relieved about it.
In other news, I just blocked off time for the winter holidays this year in the office calendar. And I realized that I'm really looking forward to it this year. No idea why, and heaven knows I don't want to see ads or store decorations up until after Thanksgiving (yeah, good luck there). But the thought of putting up and decorating a tree, baking, spending time with the family up north, it all makes me smile. Guess I'm getting sentimental in my late middle age.
I think things are often different as we go along. Dealing with my disability didn't end when I was eight and my parents and I talked about "forever" with an eight year old.(Even though a lot of well-meaning able-bodied people tend to get stuck here...with the whole "kids are cruel" thing and, it is true that people aren't as likely to blurt out "You look *funny*" (Trump aside) every stage definitely still has new challenges.
PS: Kind of works my nerves what an aberration that encounter with the reporter is treated as. I have seen that gesture approximately a million times. Not usually from a dude with a staff and dropped testicles, but can we please stop with "Mocking a disabled person?! How low can you go?" especially since to get on NYT, I would let someone do that every week if they felt like it. (Not really. Almost.)
I don't want to see ads or store decorations up until after Thanksgiving (yeah, good luck there).
There are assorted Christmas decorations and such in the CVS. I saw them today (when I was buying a Halloween pumpkin, because THAT IS THE CURRENT HOLIDAY), and I actually recoiled.
Fay!
I fell asleep when the inlaws were here instead of going out. I didn't realize how exhausted I was.
Lovely to see you in this 'hood, Fay!
I fell asleep when the inlaws were here instead of going out. I didn't realize how exhausted I was.
The heart body wants what it wants.
I got home, and there was a note on my door from FedEx, saying that they tried to deliver a package, and it requires a signature, and that this was their third and final attempt to deliver it. I haven't been home much, but this is absolutely the first time that there's been a note like this on the door. Their tracking thing says that they attempted delivery twice before, and they claim they left notes then. And they can't leave the package without a signature.
By the way, it's a box of sanitary napkins.
Wouldn't want that falling into the wrong hands!