Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Trying...to...stay...nice
ONE poorly chosen extra stop at the bagel shop after a tremendous workout on a hot and humid Sunday (complete with swamp crotch) has resulted in a candida infestation of previously unknown proportions.The necessary one day, one ovule antidote feels as if I have mixed baking soda and vinegar and pored it into my, well, you know. On the agenda for today? A trip to NYC with a newish beau. With my period due any second.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
No, you cloth peddling brazillian, I do not want a personalized shirt, and I don't believe you found this post interesting-it should have disgusted you or filled you with ennui.
Your classical education shines through; for not has lovely an ode been penned since Sappho spoke to the accompaniment of a lyre.
--Taupey, hopin' to win a shirt.
Oh, KS it would be the best of all possible worlds, like eating a bowl of czernina with a glass of fresh mead!
--Dr. T. Kanga Pangloss
Post a Comment