You know what I love? High tech clothing that wicks moisture away from my body.
And not getting kicked in the head. Or the groin.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
You know what I love? High tech clothing that wicks moisture away from my body.
And not getting kicked in the head. Or the groin.
And, for the record, I didn't even admit it the other day when I was crouched on the floor and then suddenly - FOR NO REASON - flailing and fell on my ass.
It was like gravity just felt a sudden burst of whimsy. Spiteful whimsy.
Or a ghost tried to fuck you.
gravity does that. I tend to call that kind of fun - a personal earthquake.
Or a ghost tried to fuck you.Surprise ghost sex? I hadn't seen that macro'd yet.
Personal earthquake is better. But still embarrassing.
And, for the record, I didn't even admit it the other day when I was crouched on the floor and then suddenly - FOR NO REASON - flailing and fell on my ass.
My diagnosis is the sudden onset of both Spazz and Klutz simultaneously. Rare but not unheard of. (cf., Adventures of Ginger)
Sadly, this means you are a Sputz. We'll be holding a telethon in your honor.
Shrift, do you have this issue of CosmoGirl?
And, for the record, I didn't even admit it the other day when I was crouched on the floor and then suddenly - FOR NO REASON - flailing and fell on my ass.
actually, you kind of did.
We'll be holding a telethon in your honor.Please send this snarky moron Advil, arnica and ice packs? It could work.
actually, you kind of did.That was PRIVATE (eta: It's clearly private when I am posting something on a totally public posting board, right?). And email. And I was dazed, what with the gravity failing me and then rudely returning in a rush.
I meant just now.