Comments | whatsagirlgotta: Anono niceness?

whatsagirlgotta

Anono niceness?

Jun 04, 2010 10:50

I'm going into work fugue in a bit, because there is a lot of stuff I need to get done before boss returns from annual leave which I just haven't applied the requisite concerted effort + time = shiny brilliance equation to. I'm going to have to not internet, but would love to have something to look at in the 5 minute concentration breaks I'm ( Read more... )

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anonymous June 4 2010, 09:54:33 UTC

I am very happy today, hooray for sun and Fridays. :)

whatsagirlgotta June 4 2010, 10:55:54 UTC

Hooray indeed.

anonymous June 4 2010, 10:07:02 UTC

I have a total friendcrushes on loads of my friends today. They're all so lovely and charming and talented and resilient and funny and clever and warm and sparkly I just want to squeeze them with my arms and my laughter!

Which probably makes me sound a bit scary, but I mean well, honestly I do. I love my friends.

whatsagirlgotta June 4 2010, 10:55:39 UTC

That sounds lovely, I'm assuming gleeful giggling rather than maniacal cackling though.

anonymous June 4 2010, 10:15:12 UTC

I BLOODY LOVE EVERYONE.

whatsagirlgotta June 4 2010, 10:54:45 UTC

THAT'S BLOODY MARVELLOUS!

ozgirlabroad June 4 2010, 10:22:43 UTC

Me too! And I don't need to be anonymous to admit it!

anonymous June 4 2010, 11:26:04 UTC

I'm wearing an ankle-length white skirt with nothing except knickers underneath, and I'm CONVINCED I'm going to start my period today. I wish it would just bloody well start so I could just deal with it and stop being paranoid and needing to run to the cupboard every ten minutes to make sure it hasn't.

anonymous June 4 2010, 12:02:22 UTC

I hear you, the waiting for it to start especially when it could be disastrous is horrid. Once sharing a bed with a friend I woke up convinced I'd wet myself in my sleep, oh no, 'twas my old friend...marginally less mortifying when I realised but eugh female bodies.

anonymous June 4 2010, 12:09:20 UTC

I once started my period on the morning of the last day of the Reading festival while sharing with my gay best friend. Luckily his sister had some tampons (it was totally the wrong time of the month) and as I woke up pre 7am, I could get my mum to pick me up from the site on her way home from work (she was a nurse) so I could get washed and changed before heading back.

And thus there is no point in my anonymity as I'm fairly sure that whatsagirlgotta only knows one person who grew up in Reading with a nurse for a mother.