porn.
Who had the most posts using the word porn in a month.
I have flen down this sappy he for a few months
I'm usually pretty good at phone translation, but I can't figure this one out, msbelle.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
porn.
Who had the most posts using the word porn in a month.
I have flen down this sappy he for a few months
I'm usually pretty good at phone translation, but I can't figure this one out, msbelle.
Fallen down this sappy hole.
I cannot seem to get enough love stories. Cute getting together clips. Just sap.
Is there any paint you can watch dry?
ND is fascinated by how things work. He can (and does) read instruction manuals from cover to cover and loves shows about what lies beneath the mundane. When we first started dating, I stopped by his apartment one day and found him utterly engrossed in a TV show about paint. He was, in fact, watching paint dry. By choice. And then a few days later, I stopped by and found him watching the same show, this time about grass. He was watching grass grow. So there you have it.
Modern Marvels! What a great show!
I cannot seem to get enough love stories. Cute getting together clips. Just sap.
You know there's a metric shitton of sappy fic out there, right?
Timelies all!
Snow is done. Now we have to dig out the cars.
Our plow guy didn't come because a neighbor came first, so yay! to not having to shell out money. It also means that my steps didn't get cleared, nor my car. And there's the beginnings if a snow bank at the bottom of my steps.
My ankle still hurts quite a bit, and I can't find my elastic ankle brace, and I suspect my ibuprofen is a placebo. The weather change has also given me a migraine, so this is not my best day ever.
Steph, I am in the same boat, migraine-wise. It sucks. That plus a sprained ankle is super crappy. I hope you get some pain relief soon.
I'm trying to eat for the first time in a day or so, and it's not going well, so I'm going to revisit in five or six hours.
Argh, my back is killing me. I really thought it wasn't my bed but now I'm thinking it is. Which means a new mattress.
To be fair, my mattress is 14 years old, so.
Off to European Sleepworks this morning, I think...