Yeah, it's just stupid, not a hate crime or anything, so I don't feel like eating his lunch over it(it's tiring, explaining all the time, and also? I already feel like a rotten-toothed spinster already this month. Nothing picks up the spirits like "Ableism Whack-A_Mole.)
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.
This world is all the better for having such a Ryan in it. Sadly I was not able to fully enjoy the riches of his imagination as the link did not work, but I can look it up on my own in a few minutes.
Yeah, erika, this time of year can mightily suck for feeling like one's essential fortitude sucked away. Anybody else's idea of what is appropriate and/or cute doesn't have to be the tall building for your advocacy super powers to leap.
Good gravy, I hope that tortured metaphor worked out to something supportive of what you are actually thinking and feeling. It kind of got away from me, and now I'm not even sure what it means.
It's fine, thanks anyway.
I think some of us may appreciate this: The NASCAR fan at work indicated to me that he loves Valentines's Day because it means racing season starts again in a couple weeks.
There's an exhibition race tonight even!
Which I am realizing might explain my overwhelming attacks of the unexplained sads. This is when Dad and I would be getting to Daytona. So listening to Nascar on MRN radio streaming and an adult beverage tonight, it is.
How funny--I just ran I to Plei while shopping. ;)
oh Cass.
Cass, warm thoughts, brackets if you want 'em.
{{{{{Cass}}}}} I'm sorry.
It's going to be a long month until we get to the anniversary of his passing but I am sort of relieved that I realize why the last couple of weeks have been unexpectedly hard.