Happy birthday, javachik!
Happy birthday, Dylan!
Xander ,'Lessons'
[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.
Happy birthday, javachik!
Happy birthday, Dylan!
Thanks, Steph!
Mine was prescribed. After years of complaining to doctors about pain when I lay down, it took my oncologist to take me seriously and prescribe something that worked. (Chemo ratcheted it up to the point that I was washing down Tums with the Maalox I kept in my purse.)
Of course, when it went OTC, it stopped being covered by my co-pay, so it costs me more.
In a world where meteorites don't give us superpowers, alien babies are our only recourse.
Did you hear this sentence in your head in that movie preview guy's voice?
Ha ha ha. I do NOW.
Cutie Ryan.
I just took a walk into Georgetown. Got Lush stuff and books, then walked back along the river, which was pretty, though crowded with people playing loud music on boats. Also while walking, I spotted a crewcut blond guy in a Jeep with radio blasting "Gold Dust Woman" by Fleetwood Mac.
I have made it to SF. However our gate is occupied and we can't pull up to it. My next flight is scheduled to leave in 11 minutes.
Yep. Flight is gone. Now in what I estimate to be a 1 to 2 hour long line for the customer service desk.
Dude. That blows.
We just went up to the gay pride festival (held in my AWESOME neighborhood) and got caught in a downpour, whereupon we took refuge in a pavillion/gazebo with hoardes of GLBTQ folk. The Cincy Men's Chorus was in the gazebo with us, and promptly started singing "Yellow Submarine," followed by "It's Raining Men."
I love my neighborhood.
Teppy is clearly having a much better day than Drew. Poor Drew.