I might, however, be *Ginger's* goddamned khakis.
I have no khakis.
You're saying I don't exist?!? AIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!
Spike ,'Get It Done'
[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.
I might, however, be *Ginger's* goddamned khakis.
I have no khakis.
You're saying I don't exist?!? AIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!
No, I'm saying you're not my goddamned khakis either.
It makes sense if you squint your brain a bit.
Hee.
My first ipod hasn't broken all the way yet, but some of the buttons have gotten a lot harder to use. I plan on using that one in the car (which I am finally getting ipoded tomorrow!), since I will be able to control it via the steering wheel controls.
Whose Khakis Are You??!!
t /Jack Bauer
WHO ARE YOU IRONING FOR?!?!?!1
It's blizzarding outside again. Is spring ever coming? I'm done with this crap.
Timelies all!
I was organized enough to get some (french press) coffee into me before I got going this morning, so any gronk is at least postponed. Our movie network is showing the Barbarian Invasions (2003 Best Foreign Film), and I've finally gotten to see it, having missed it in the theatres. It really is lovely and a wonderful coda to The Decline of the American Empire. It is shocking to see the years on the actors' faces, but Decline was 1986, which is a bit difficult to accept, but alas true. If you haven't seen it, I recommend them both highly, as movies on the human condition.
Modigliani exhibit at the AGO tomorrow, then Friday off to Troy for ConFusion and Buffistas. I appear to be combatting the winter blahs with spicy goodness.
It's snowing here. Not enough for any serious accumulation, but more than enough to turn 80% of the local motorists into gibbering idiots.
Ugh.
Gronk.
Screaming baby at 3:00 a.m. Mama rocks baby until 3:45, at which point she seems asleep. Puts baby back in crib. Screaming baby at 4:00 a.m. Daddy rocks until 5:00. Baby and Daddy both still asleep.
She hasn't been like this since she was a newborn. She's not feverish, but she tugged at one of her ears a bit, so I'm going to call the doctor in a little while.
So, so tired.
No, I'm saying you're not my goddamned khakis either.
I feel so identity-less....