Juice Demon! Juice Demon! Juice Demon! OMG...
Juice Demon! Juice Demon! Juice Demon! OMG...
You’ve made me suddenly VERY happy that celphone cameras didn’t exist in my heavy drinking days.
And Beetlejuice.
Soon to be so again I would wager.
I don’t care, I could listen to her sing the proverbial phone book. Over and over.
Yay! :)
She did.
Umm, I’m Atlantic Canadian, and we say “Bless his/her heart!” up here, so I don’t think it’s as reigonal as all that.
What...did...I...wtf...
Perfect!
I say we give him a stern warning, and if that doesn’t work, we write a strongly worded letter!
I admit, I’d be very impressed. Take my money!
The problem with the overmedicating/wrong medicating for me was loss of creativity. I hated that. Now I have a balance and feel like myself, but with some added control.
Yeah but even so...it must have been cold out there.
I hope he find tthe help he needs. I did, mostly through finding a med combo that works. I was ashamed, but a doctor told me that it is a medical condition, and that things were needed to treat me, and gain some normalcy. Then it went a little too far, and we adjusted, and I’m in a good level between peace and…
That’s why there are lots of us. I love constructive help. :)
Obamas, part II could be a truly wonderful thing!
And yet, incredibly, it fucking is. Blows my mind.
paleopedobestiality?