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Hehehe, UYS. I had a vision of sassy and T-zed holding drumsticks and tapping a rumpatumtum tattoo on the toppy upbj's rumpabumbum.

well, yeah......after enough gin, the floor seems so passe. i get more inventive when inebriated. he doesn't mind. ;)


:D:D:D
*cackles*

LOLZ

O tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.

Though I prefer a crop to a drumstick, I think. At this rate, I'll never be able to make an AV without some sort of soft focus to hide the bruises.

So. Here's today.
I don't get hangovers, and certainly not from drinking four beers over a period of six hours.

There is, however, one exception: if I get angry when I have any amount of alcohol in my system, even a single beer, I'm sure to wake up with a hangover. It's an interesting lesson my body keeps trying to teach me. I keep trying to learn it, but sometimes I forget.

Last night had some extremely annoying moments, and I got angry. So today I have an immensely unfair and disproportionate hangover. Yet another lesson, I guess, but even though I shouldn't complain and have no one but myself to blame, I'm still going to be drama-queening around the Bistro today and being a big weenie about how my head hurts.

[dyingswanmode]

ibuprofen.... water.... and someone might massage my temples..... oh my head....

[/dyingswanmode]

bj
 
Drink a lot of water and eat bananas. I think your hangover isn't so much that alcohol dehydrated you so much as that when adrenaline creeps into the chemical formula, the alcohol that crosses the blood brain barrier is less easily metabolized in the short term. Like bar floozies who don't wanna go home without a man, the booze doesn't want to be washed away with simple water, it needs to pass out and get thrown to the curb by the bouncers... Ibuprofen, fructose and potassium.
 
Drink a lot of water and eat bananas. I think your hangover isn't so much that alcohol dehydrated you so much as that when adrenaline creeps into the chemical formula, the alcohol that crosses the blood brain barrier is less easily metabolized in the short term. Like bar floozies who don't wanna go home without a man, the booze doesn't want to be washed away with simple water, it needs to pass out and get thrown to the curb by the bouncers... Ibuprofen, fructose and potassium.


You are very good to me. Sometimes I forget to treat hangovers because I see it as karma, like I deserve it so I just have to suffer. But hey, as a shaman once said to me, "Life will do it to you enough. You don't have to do it to yourself." Words to live by, for sure. And another on the long list of lessons I tend to forget.

You are once again crowned queen of the clever metaphor. In fact, there's probably another smut idea in there somewhere for you.


Ontario starts it's license plates off with four random letters that will run for awhile and you can always tell who has a new car because their plate 'number' will start with the newest sequence of letters. Like this:

http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn...//www.typophile.com/files/Ontario%20Plate.jpg

Right now that sequence is BDSM. It makes me smile every time I see it.

I am SO moving to Canada. That's another on a list of about 79 reasons.

ive made one before. not as fancy as i was only playing around with the duct tape

i liked the prom dress

I hear that's the way a lot of SCA women make their dress patterns - get an old shift, wrap yourself in duct tape, cut it off in organized pieces and sparkle poof, you've got a dress pattern for all your fabulous medieval outfits, prom dresses and suchlike.


*note to self* try sticking Master with velcro next time he is over to confirm this

I'm praying to some very interesting deities that there will be a camera around when this happens.

Y'all are crackin' me up today. And I'm much better, hangover-wise. And reminded once again that anger is basically a waste of time.

(Short version of Friday is that we were supposed to be holding a fundraising meeting at a bar in the city, one we'd never been to before. The fucknut in charge of getting us there took us to the wrong bar, so half our people sat and waited for an hour for us in the right bar while we had an hour's worth of meeting in the wrong bar, where we griped about nobody showing up. Eventually phone calls were made and it got sorted out, but it rather confirmed my years-long suspicion that this dude is basically a waste of oxygen. Annoying, to say the least. I did point out early on that the name on the bar was wrong, but was assured that I shouldn't worry my pretty little head about it; this was the right bar, really.)

Meh. The meeting was very productive, even if it did start over an hour late.

So y'all think we should just start the Bistro Halloween Party right now and just go steadily til the 31st? I'm into it. How bout you?

bj
 
Isn't it funny how you don't find out how your computer works till something goes wrong, and after you stop mouthing obscenities at it and running round in circles you finally set about finding out why its says you haven't got a modem!! Then to top it all Lit tells me I don't belong on here and won't accept my names for ages !!
 
*giggles* Did you know that the bubbles in your cleavage makes it look like you've got chest hair? :D

*cackling*

I'll be right there. With snacks and a couple of mimosas with fresh strawberries. And I did mention the jacuzzi's clothing optional, right? Bathing suits tend to get caught in the filter.

When I take them off, that is.

bj
 
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