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See them shimmy, see them go Saturday. 5.3.08 1:10 pm In case you were wondering, I don't post videos on here because they are particularly brilliant, relevant, or even new. I post them, because to me, it is easier than bookmarking them. And, if you watch them/enjoy them/tolerate them, that's cool too. This one has been stuck in my head lately, because it reminds me a little bit of where I'm at with the whole Tiny Turk thing... bare with the cheez-whiz, please. Comment! (1) | Recommend! Jam for the Ladies Friday. 5.2.08 10:29 pm Fellas, you might want to sit this one out. Actually, what follows might be tmi for just about everyone. I'm not actually sure why I'm sharing at all. Consider yourself warned. I want to talk about my "." You know, Aunt Dot's visit. The Crimson Tide. Or, as my boyfriend once naively put it-- my "special day." Riiiight. Anyway, several weeks ago, I started on Ortho Evra ("the patch"), because even though I'm regular, I have the most horrendous cycles. We're talking three days of cramps, constant back pain, fatigue, and nothing but super pluses will do. I try not to complain, bad menstrual periods are better than the alternative, afterall. As adverse as I am to anything that messes with natural body chemistry, I am absolutely sold on these babies. The first day of my cycle, I had some light cramping, but I didn't even have to take anything before they were gone. No back pain, no "cleansing", and for the first time in my life (yes, first period included), I can use regular sized tampons. Amazing. So far, the only difference I've noticed is that I get a little abdominal "tug" at the end of the week, when it's time to change patches. But it's actually a good little reminder. So, maybe it's something you want to look into. Maybe I've just scared you a little. But hey, it can't be worse than the vulva entry... Comment! (2) | Recommend! Even an end has a start Wednesday. 4.30.08 7:39 pm Thirty-eight days until graduation. Five weeks and three more days. It's about freakin' time. In other news, I am on the eleventh chapter of New Moon. The disease is spreading. If I don't get a life soon, I will have finished two books in a week. Comment! (2) | Recommend! I Apoligize Saturday. 4.26.08 5:12 pm This has been on the radio a lot... and even though I'm pretty sure this isn't the official video... the funkalicious 70's-ness fits in well. Comment! (1) | Recommend! I don't know about you, Edward Saturday. 4.26.08 12:47 am Ok... I've jumped on the bandwagon. I'm reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. I started at 2pm this afternoon, and I'm nearly halfway through. I don't know how to feel about this. I am an Anne Rice person... and I live in Washington State... and the characters are in high school. Everything just feels so wrong. And yet, I keep reading... and it makes me want to cuddle. Comment! (4) | Recommend! I feel like such a crazy person Sunday. 4.20.08 4:59 am My earlier post may or may not remain private, but I don't think I'll delete it. Basically, I went bat-shit crazy because I had no idea where my boyfriend was all day until about ten minutes ago. I had thought we were going to hang out, but he wasn't answering my calls. Then my cell phone died, and I didn't know if he had tried to call me, or if he was just being an ass, or cheating on me or what. I oscillated between anger, panic, and depression faster than a fucking histrionic crack addict. At last, I discover that my mom's charger works on my phone, and I am able to send him a text, which he does not reply to for another two hours. I'm pissed at myself for letting someone so irresponsible and clueless take care of my heart. It's sick to be that dependent. I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. Thank God for Billy Corgan. Comment! (2) | Recommend! Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22