SA! How many books have you bought?
Oh, lord. Don't ask me that question. For the term
Ones for the term don't count, because they're required. I meant your addiction to non-school-related books.
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
SA! How many books have you bought?
Oh, lord. Don't ask me that question. For the term
Ones for the term don't count, because they're required. I meant your addiction to non-school-related books.
I meant your addiction to non-school-related books.
::facepalm:: Those *are* non-schoolbooks. Just the ones I've bought over the course of the term. There's a reason you refer to it as an addiction.
Those *are* non-schoolbooks.
Ah, by "for the term," you mean "during the period of time in which you've been in Wales."
Me = dumb blonde.
And....almost 2 shelves??? Ahahahaha!!!
You laugh, my dear, but somehow those suitcases will have to be put into your apartment.
You laugh, my dear, but somehow those suitcases will have to be put into your apartment.
Thank god I have an elevator in my building.
You better come here.
Well, yes. In theory. ::grin:: I suppose I can always take a train down to LA. It depends mostly on what I can afford. As always. Being a broke college student is getting old.
libkitty, you are so much stronger than me.
There's no strength involved. I have discovered that I enjoy the anticipation almost as much as the gift. Plus, I won't have family this Christmas, so I anticipate needing my buffista prezzie.
Being a broke college student is getting old.
Dude. Dominatrix for hire. Pay is good, and a natural for you.
To my secret Santa: I am leaving town for a week on Monday. If you havne't mailed my gift yet. You might want to wait, or send it regular slow mail. If you've already sent it, I've heard rumours that Canada Post is delviering ont he weekends, so there's still a chance I'll get it yet.
To my secret Santee: I am mailing yours tomorrow, I promise. Watch the skies!
Yeah but the hours can tie you up.