Is that a thing? Now? Ever?

Why are you even asking? ::checks tags:: Ahah, it was indeed Star Sapphire. I wasn't sure the first time I saw it.

Turns out I like penises more on people without breasts. I feel pretty okay with that. But seriously, pitching that as romantic is...I don't even know.

Much less hope I fear, ita.

"We like big books and we cannot lie."

I want one too! That's hilarious.

So I may have just taken on a new responsibility at work, overseeing the editing and publication of a book of student essays. Yipes. We'll have to see what happens with that one.

Rule 34...I don't even.

Had a crap evening. First, I spent 45 minutes in CVS, while they searched for the prescription my doctor's office SWORE they called in. It wasn't there. It's Celexa, so I know I am not supposed to skip a day (I am expecting the brain zaps peeps were talking about earlier), but my Doc's office kinda fucked me. I got home so late that I had to cancel going out with my friend, and have the eat the $40 for the tix we booked months ago. Feh.

The DH is home from Chicago now, so I am feeling better.

Why are you even asking?

I can't even see Wonder Woman's cock in that picture!

I do like that they seem to have gone with the JLU editions of the characters.

I think that the part that I enjoy most is that they are clearly in the air. So, it's AIRBORNE transsexual threesome.

I can't even see Wonder Woman's cock in that picture!

If you feel you've been given short shrift, click around his tags. You'll see Amazon peen.

How awful, Scrappy.

My clinic stopped calling and faxing in scripts if they can hand you paper instead. They were having just too many issues with pharmacies. I'd had it happen to me.

Shuttling paper is a little annoying when I know the technology exists to make it simpler but it's less annoying that expecting to pick up a script that isn't there.

I can't even see Wonder Woman's cock in that picture!

First-world problems, yo.

ION, it's almost 1 am. I'm used to going to bed way earlier than Tim, and in fact had drifted off around 11:30. The last thing he told me was that, since it was trash night, he had recycling from his dad to get out of the car, and he would probably be noisy in the driveway for a little bit while he dumped beer bottles and such into the Official Recycling Rolly Bin.

So, a few minutes ago, I'm dreaming about watching the Dukes of Hazard on TV at my dad's apartment (IDEK), when this loud metallic CRASH! wakes me up. I'm all groggy, so I assume it's Tim dumping cans in the recycle bin. But then it happens again, and again, and I realize it's way louder than cans would be.

Then I wonder: are metal thieves (it's a big problem around here right now) stealing our central air unit? Are they DISASSEMBLING MY CAR right in the driveway???

Finally I fling myself resentfully out of bed (to which Tim has not yet made it), put on yoga pants so I'm reasonably clad to confront the metal thieves, and stagger out to the living room, where the noise turns out to be coming from the basement.

Where Tim is putting the washing machine back together (with a sledgehammer? I didn't ask) after disassembling it to repair it. AT MIDNIGHT.

Sweet Jesus. I DON'T EVEN.

Ugh Scrappy, what a crappy evening. Well, up until the DH getting home part.

I think I need to go to bed. I keep having this thing where I wake up all perky at 5 or 5:30 or so. It's kinda freaking me out. I mean, it's not even light out! How can my brain think it's wakey time?

Oh Steph, what did you do? I'm not sure how I'd react, other than the deeply confused part.