::snuggles cookie::
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Hugs and hair pats for GC. Sorry, it didn't stop for me either. I couldn't watch tv commercials without choking up.
I want someone to make Real Housewives of Carrboro. There could be a fight to the death (well, to the silent treatment) between rival yoga studios, drama over elections to the Weaver Street Market Co-op board, and a 15-minute-per-episode discussion of the feminist issues surrounding the term "housewives."
For an all rich town I guess you'd need Real Housewives of Essex Fells or Real Housewives of Mountain Lakes. But who wants to hear about lacrosse scores and "My GOD, how could she buy that Mercedes SLR in an automatic?"
Alpine. For the past several years, it's been either first or second place for wealthiest zip code in the country. Zoning laws there say that you can't build a house on less than an acre -- in Franklin Lakes, houses on a third of an acre are pretty standard.
I like how Essex Fells has no business district whatsoever. The only thing you can buy in Essex Fells is stamps. Commerce is for the little people.
I couldn't watch tv commercials without choking up.
Damned Snuggle commercials did me in, every single time. And forget the Hallmark commercials--
Can someone please explain how I could have gained 5 lbs on vacation while walking significantly more and eating somewhat less (at least post stomach ick)?
Can someone please explain how I could have gained 5 lbs on vacation while walking significantly more and eating somewhat less (at least post stomach ick)?
happiness.
Can someone please explain how I could have gained 5 lbs on vacation while walking significantly more and eating somewhat less (at least post stomach ick)?
happiness
Booze? Wait, that's redundant.
No, depression made me gain weight; happiness was supposed to help me lose weight and get in shape a little bit so that I can finally have a baby dammit.
Sorry to be all ranty, but I feel like I keep trying hard to improve myself, and it has been about as effective as banging my head against a wall.