Those look EXTREMELY uncomfortable.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
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did I miss the bras? All I saw was glass tables.
And they are totally not seamless.
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Poll for you guys:
Last week I made plans with a few friends from work to go out for a couple beers after work on Friday (tomorrow) to celebrate finishing classes and getting through my paper, presentation, and exam.
I have not told anyone at work about the current situation and frankly, I have no desire to explain it anymore to anyone who doesn't already know.
Options:
Option #1: Go out for drinks, celebrate what I did actually accomplish, because that is totally worthy even though it doesn't feel like it now.
Option #2: Call out sick and stay home on my couch in my pjs eating ice cream and watching Newsradio and Arrested Development.
I don't wanna lie or dissemble while out with co-workers, but I don't know if I want to sit around feeling sorry for myself either and maybe it might be good to do some celebrating. I am just not in a very celebratory place right now.
Option #1 I'd say.
Option #2 will make you feel worse, I'm pretty sure.
I know. It totally will.
I am just sort of still in the wallowing stage. It's awful, but a day of super-wallow seems so appealing! Though not helpful, as my more evolved brain is totally pointing out.
It's fucking caveman v. astronaut up here in my brain.
Go astronaut! Totally option #1, babe.
I am just sort of still in the wallowing stage.
That's why it's good to have an event to un-wallow. Seriously, depression starts building its own groove in your brain if you let it. Go out and celebrate all your good work with your classmates. There's a lot to celebrate still.