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Apr. 23rd, 2007
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Apr. 23rd, 2007 07:45 pmI continue to have a big old crush on my obgyn. I'm trying to think of a not-creepy way to send her fan mail. The old Mirena's out, and the new one's in and I'm in pain, but it's not unbearable. I'm not sure if it's my age, my openminded obgyn, or my marital status, but my desires seem more and more
The weekend was nice, homebodyish. Friday Light was elsewhere, so I took myself to the mall (Driving is such an unnatural activity) bought a silly dress and some serious bras. Home again, to read and watch Black Xmas (in which Michelle Trachtenberg showed cleavage, but was otherwise fully clothed). Saturday was erranding (bank errands were strangely fraught), birdseed buying, grocery shopping, B&N, all the usuals. Sunday was our first trip to Esselon, which resulted in being blessed with the best french toast in the history of everything ever, and then home for cleaning and then hanging out with S, which involved seeing The Host and some awesome conversation.
Over too soon, and I hope spring at least pokes its head back around for a visit before we're fully into sunscreen and parasol weather.
I am now thoroughly, and somewhat shamed by it, wrapped up in the scifi channel's presentation of Wes Craven's Cursed. It's got absolutely everyone in it. Including Scott Baio.
The weekend was nice, homebodyish. Friday Light was elsewhere, so I took myself to the mall (Driving is such an unnatural activity) bought a silly dress and some serious bras. Home again, to read and watch Black Xmas (in which Michelle Trachtenberg showed cleavage, but was otherwise fully clothed). Saturday was erranding (bank errands were strangely fraught), birdseed buying, grocery shopping, B&N, all the usuals. Sunday was our first trip to Esselon, which resulted in being blessed with the best french toast in the history of everything ever, and then home for cleaning and then hanging out with S, which involved seeing The Host and some awesome conversation.
Over too soon, and I hope spring at least pokes its head back around for a visit before we're fully into sunscreen and parasol weather.
I am now thoroughly, and somewhat shamed by it, wrapped up in the scifi channel's presentation of Wes Craven's Cursed. It's got absolutely everyone in it. Including Scott Baio.
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Apr. 23rd, 2007 07:45 pmI continue to have a big old crush on my obgyn. I'm trying to think of a not-creepy way to send her fan mail. The old Mirena's out, and the new one's in and I'm in pain, but it's not unbearable. I'm not sure if it's my age, my openminded obgyn, or my marital status, but my desires seem more and more
The weekend was nice, homebodyish. Friday Light was elsewhere, so I took myself to the mall (Driving is such an unnatural activity) bought a silly dress and some serious bras. Home again, to read and watch Black Xmas (in which Michelle Trachtenberg showed cleavage, but was otherwise fully clothed). Saturday was erranding (bank errands were strangely fraught), birdseed buying, grocery shopping, B&N, all the usuals. Sunday was our first trip to Esselon, which resulted in being blessed with the best french toast in the history of everything ever, and then home for cleaning and then hanging out with S, which involved seeing The Host and some awesome conversation.
Over too soon, and I hope spring at least pokes its head back around for a visit before we're fully into sunscreen and parasol weather.
I am now thoroughly, and somewhat shamed by it, wrapped up in the scifi channel's presentation of Wes Craven's Cursed. It's got absolutely everyone in it. Including Scott Baio.
The weekend was nice, homebodyish. Friday Light was elsewhere, so I took myself to the mall (Driving is such an unnatural activity) bought a silly dress and some serious bras. Home again, to read and watch Black Xmas (in which Michelle Trachtenberg showed cleavage, but was otherwise fully clothed). Saturday was erranding (bank errands were strangely fraught), birdseed buying, grocery shopping, B&N, all the usuals. Sunday was our first trip to Esselon, which resulted in being blessed with the best french toast in the history of everything ever, and then home for cleaning and then hanging out with S, which involved seeing The Host and some awesome conversation.
Over too soon, and I hope spring at least pokes its head back around for a visit before we're fully into sunscreen and parasol weather.
I am now thoroughly, and somewhat shamed by it, wrapped up in the scifi channel's presentation of Wes Craven's Cursed. It's got absolutely everyone in it. Including Scott Baio.