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Fuckin' bodies, man
Aug. 26th, 2015 12:24 amSo I get ingrown hairs/blocked pores/assorted woe, in and around my upper thigh area, generally as a herald that menstrual woe is about to rain down out of my very angry uterus. I have "adjusted", in that I generally no longer hit the ceiling and curse audibly when I notice this, I merely get cranky.
( Medical shenanigans. )
Between the well-timed virtual hugs and lunch, I became usefully human, and set about stampeding through my inbox. Whee, work.
We'd been going to meet up with The Other Guy for happy hour or something, but it turned out too many of the assorted other dudes could not make it today. Therefore it was bumped to Friday, and Purple and I left at a not-terrible hour and chatted in the parking lot. A car pulled up; it was Mr. Tux, asking why we were here so late. We redefined "late" for him.
( Medical shenanigans. )
Between the well-timed virtual hugs and lunch, I became usefully human, and set about stampeding through my inbox. Whee, work.
We'd been going to meet up with The Other Guy for happy hour or something, but it turned out too many of the assorted other dudes could not make it today. Therefore it was bumped to Friday, and Purple and I left at a not-terrible hour and chatted in the parking lot. A car pulled up; it was Mr. Tux, asking why we were here so late. We redefined "late" for him.
