::sigh::
Okay, I wrote what's possibly the worst Romancing the Blog column ever, but at least it's done. Not like more than six people will read it anyhow.
Feh.
[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.
::sigh::
Okay, I wrote what's possibly the worst Romancing the Blog column ever, but at least it's done. Not like more than six people will read it anyhow.
Feh.
I'll read it!
And Barb, my little sister and a friend are going to a romance mini-convention in Sept. in WVirginia. Could you...maybe look at the list o' authors and see if you know anyone, and make rec on who I should steer my sister towards? Suzy's a bookseller/librarian who reads books! She fights crime!
I went back to work today! The day was cake, the kids non-psycho, the co-workers happy to see me...and I am whipped. I took a long, hot bubble bath that left me feeling practically post-orgasmic, with added bonus freshness!
Sinuses are stupid.
Sinuses are stupid.
very
Sinuses are stupid.
They don't even really know what they're for!
They don't even really know what they're for!
They're like starfish that way.
And Barb, my little sister and a friend are going to a romance mini-convention in Sept. in WVirginia. Could you...maybe look at the list o' authors and see if you know anyone, and make rec on who I should steer my sister towards? Suzy's a bookseller/librarian who reads books! She fights crime!
Dude, totally!
And yay for orgasmic baths! I walked up a flight of stairs today.
I just took my hair out of its ponytail, because even that tiny bit of pressure was hurting my head. Stupid sinuses.
Speaking of hair, some sort of series of links led me to this: [link] It's an article by a white woman with three biracial (black/white) daughters, talking about combing and styling their hair. This sentence struck me:
Most white women do not know this kitchen, the snarls at the nape of the neck.
Because, well, I know exactly what she's talking about. When I was a kid, my mom combing the tangles out of my hair could sometimes take an hour. (And unlike the woman in the article, who watches stuff like Sabrina the Teenage Witch, we'd always have to watch stuff like China Beach.) I figured this was normal for kids with long hair. My first few years at sleepaway camp, I wasn't very responsible about combing out my own hair, and I'd come home with basically one huge tangle, which would take my mom about a week of working at least an hour a night to get through. Is it just a curly hair thing?
The only problem with that (gorgeous!) recumbent steampunk trike is that it's so low my skirts would probably drag on the ground.
I have no snarls at the back of my head. The hair there is straight and soft, illogically. The tightest curls are at the front, which makes no sense. The "kitchen" is supposed to be the test of good hair.