Tara ,'Storyteller'
[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.
Zing! It's pretty zippy, isn't it?
Oh, yeah. On the upside, I'm getting a lot more done and thinking a lot more clearly. On the other hand, enough of the thoughts are about hot passersby to be really not useful.
ETA: And as I'm a shy introvert, none of the hot passersby are getting done.
Zing! It's pretty zippy, isn't it?
Oh, yeah.
Adding Zoloft back in to my pharmaceutical cocktail helped curb my panic attacks, but it's added a few pounds, for fuck's sake. Plus, I'm having low-level anxiety a LOT lately. Dunno what that's about.
So...any thoughts on male-pattern balding in females being related to Zoloft and/or Wellbutrin and/or BCP?
I seem to be a hormonal superfund site these days, but I don't want to rule anything out. And I'd like to keep my hair.
Then I added Wellbutrin to the Zoloft.
That's worked out pretty well for me- I'm happy with it. I had the Wellbutrin first and then added the Zoloft for anxiety...
IO(O)N, I would like to state for the record that *I* have never accidentally set anything on fire, therefore I am perfectly trustworthy with open flames. So there.
water ... last July 4
accidentally
dingdingding
Oh, and I'm over my whiny bit. I had a bit of a snarl at the Scene(TM) in Seattle, I feel better for having taken my spleen on a walk, and now can get back to feeling smugly superior about my single-tude.
New York is too big for me; I get agoraphobia and sit in the shower, crying (almost literally; I have another Churchy Huw story concerning this). I just have to hammer my life-expectation into acceptance of my chosen life-style.
Goth, and single. Nyah.
Aww. Now I want to hang out with you, poor StuntHusband. And watch people walk by and make fun of the hipsters, on CapHill, or something. And bemoan our single states.
water ... last July 4
THAT IS THE UNIVERSE PROVING HOW AWESOME I AM.
Goth, and single. Nyah.
I know, but I wish we could find you a charming companion. Other than me, who is only so good for companionship for you.
New York is too big for me; I get agoraphobia
Oh, me too! I would die. My gay ex-boyfriend loves it there; I told him that THAT was the real reason we couldn't stay together! I wasn't entirely lying either. City Boy and Nature Girl.
See, my hastily-concocted plan was that you would appear on the scene in NYC, take your pick of the lovelies who would flock to you, and fly back home with him. ... which is actually better than most of the fictive futures I concoct for my own self.
See, my hastily-concocted plan was that you would appear on the scene in NYC, take your pick of the lovelies who would flock to you, and fly back home with him. ... which is actually better than most of the fictive futures I concoct for my own self.
I CONCUR.
(looks at Jilli)
Well? WELL?