'Touched'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Good morning, bitches!
Heh, Susan, I have the opposite. I live directly off a four-lane highway, and right across the street from the complex where the church is, so short of an earthquake rift between here and there, there's really no reason why I can't make it. Everybody else, however, comes across dirt roads, so the odds are decent that we'll be close to the only ones that show. If so, I'm coming back and going back to bed.
Anyway, glad to Sunil is back safe!
Sunil! so glad to see you back - thank you for being a great secret santa ( see the end of the year thread)
You're welcome! I'm glad you liked your gifts.
Yay for Nova!
Belated condolences for billytea. I'm sorry about your mother. You've been having a rough several months, man.
And, YAY, Polter-Cow is back! I did not change my tag the entire time you were gone because I missed you so much.
Aww.
No, really, what's with the letters?
Gronk.
Timelies, everyone.
I'm trying to decide what to do today. Options are either studying, or cleaning my kitchen and then going grocery shopping. Neither sounds particularly appealing right now.
Huh. Yep, there is snow.
Weird.
WTF is up with the one-letter tags? (Yes, I know the question was asked above and responded to coyly, but I just felt like throwing in my curmudgeonliness in not being in on a scheme. Bah.)
I'm a little concerned. My Early Show is scheduled from 8-10AM on Monday. They're showing a local morning show from 7-8. Is it a 2 hour show and I'll get the whole thing? Or are they chopping the first hour, in which case I might miss Deb? Arghh. Stoopid local station.
Mine, too. I'm just hoping it's delayed an hour. Or is it supposed to be a 3-hour show?
It's slushy. I probably could've gone in if I'd been sufficiently determined, but I'da been askeert of Queen Anne Hill, even though we get there via the least steep route.
At least our neighbors haven't left the house. If they'd made the 9:00 service, I'd have felt like I'd already turned into my mother.
Gronk. I am now facing up to the fact that I may be moving as early as March, and I am trying hard to a) not freak out and b) realize that it's perfectly okay to feel like freaking out.
Welcome back, Polter Cow. You were missed.
Saw the Incredibles again today. Still a wonderful film. I'm exhausted though--we went out to a gay club called Heaven last night, and my inner fangirl was all a-squee because they were playing Smallville on the screens. Smallville! It was awesome.
Teppy, insent.
I guess the one-letter tags will be unexplained in the kind of inside joke which will undoubtedly make flocks of neurotic Buffistas feel Left Out and Excluded.