In a bit.
It's not like she blew me off. She just left with another guy, that's all.
Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[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.
Aims - Jan 11, 2005 10:53:56 pm PST #3355 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Lee - Jan 11, 2005 10:55:23 pm PST #3356 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Night.
Aims - Jan 11, 2005 11:00:26 pm PST #3357 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Did you need something??
Topic!Cindy - Jan 12, 2005 2:11:52 am PST #3358 of 10002
What is even happening?
WindSparrow, thank you. I was trying to remember that one. A drama teacher used to have us do that at the beginning of class, in junior high.
Polter-Cow - Jan 12, 2005 2:14:48 am PST #3359 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
P-C, I am in love with your new tag. It delights me far more than I can express with mere statistics.
I'm glad you enjoy it. I wonder if anyone here knows what it's from. If not, I will have to educate you all sooner or later.
billytea - Jan 12, 2005 2:23:34 am PST #3360 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm glad you enjoy it. I wonder if anyone here knows what it's from.
I reckon A Beautiful Mind. Or at least it should have been.
Polter-Cow - Jan 12, 2005 2:29:15 am PST #3361 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Ahahaha. Not even close.
(For posterity, the tag under consideration is "If you want to sex me you have to be good at math."
vw bug - Jan 12, 2005 2:44:43 am PST #3362 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Gronk.
Timelies!
I slept like the opposite of a rock last night. I'm so sleepy, but finally just decided to get up about an hour ago. Much to do today. Must make a list.
Nora Deirdre - Jan 12, 2005 3:15:44 am PST #3363 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Seconding the gronk. God, so gronkly. I had the worst worst worst gas pains last night, I was tossing and turning and dozed off on the couch for a while, and wrenched my shoulder and woke up miserable. Haven't been hit with a pain since I got to work, but my entire right side shoulder/back area is in agony.
I want to get into BC so I can feel smart about something academic.
vw bug - Jan 12, 2005 3:59:10 am PST #3364 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Poor Nora! Your night sounds worse than mine. I'll quit complaining.
I want you to get into BC too, although, not just so you can feel smart. I already know that you are mega-smart. But, if it helps you feel smart about something academic, then that'll make me happy too.
Oh, I meant to tell this story yesterday, and I forgot. Some days I forget how much Buffista-speak makes it into my everyday life. So many of my real life friends are Buffistas too, that it's just how I talk now. I called my mom yesterday afternoon to bitch about the fact that Macy's was closed for inventory purposes (I have a gift certificate to spend there, and yesterday was supposed to be my fun gift certificate shopping day).
I said to her, "Mom, my diamond shoes are too tight."
Her: "What shoes, honey?"
Me: "My diamond shoes. It's a saying, mom. When one has a first-world problem, they complain about how their diamond shoes are too tight."
Her: "A first-world problem?"
Me: "You know, instead of a third-world problem, a first-world problem...one that's not really a complainable problem, but you're going to complain about it anyway. Nevermind. I really just called to whine because Macy's is closed for inventory, and I can't spend my gift certificate."
Her: "Oh, that's too bad. Why didn't you just say that to begin with?"