Shrift, trade you... Oh wait. Neither of us deserves that.
Anya ,'Potential'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
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.
Is it wrong my motivational song is Cake's Short Skirt, Long Jacket? Shoes that cut and sharp as a tack..nails that shine like justice....machete that cuts through red tape...
Yeah, I'm blasting it on my way in.
I'm shaking my fist at sarameg's work and at people who refuse to communicate like grown ups.
I have family members who suddenly will stop communicating with various parts of the family (usually my nuclear family) because they feel slighted or see ulterior motives. They're the type to assume everything is about them, especially when it isn't.
Shoes that cut and sharp as a tack..nails that shine like justice....machete that cuts through red tape...
Pics or it didn't happen!
They're the type to assume everything is about them, especially when it isn't.
Seriously.
I have mounted my bed (man that sounds wrong). This thing is at least a foot higher. I feel like a kid who had just graduated to the Big Bed.
Shoes that cut and sharp as a tack..nails that shine like justice....machete that cuts through red tape...
Sounds about right to me! And you're a girl with nails (or you used to be!)
Oh, I'm wearing the 5" noisy (hollow) crossover maryjanes, above-knee wrap pencil skirt from Aus, all black up top (too hot for a long jacket) and my favorite earrings. Armor, baby.
Variations on this apparently intimidate; it was assumed I was interviewing or meeting with the director last time I decked out.
And now, to bed,since I have 2 meetings before the one I need a theme for.
So I'm in the ER with Dad, who fainted or something this evening. I had planned to make that apricot tart tonight, instead I'm sitting here listening to things beep.
He seems fine, just a bit dazed. No damage, thank goodness.
In better news, my younger niece just got a great job in a senator's office here, and her older sister found an apartment a nice neighborhood.
Sarameg: I managed to sprain my hip putting on my socks. Since I recovered from that, managed to do something mysterious to my shoulder in my sleep. My doc finally convinced my insurance that they were better off paying for an MRI than continuing to pay for treatment for a constant stream of mysterious injuries of unknown origin.
Oy vey, Consuela! Nothing much wrong is the best way to spend many hours in the ER, I guess, but still.
We're burying my grandmother today -- I guess interring her ashes would be the actual phrase -- and in her honor I just wrote to a company to complain about a product that broke too soon! That's a trait that skipped a generation -- my mother would just buy a new one.