Mal ,'The Message'
[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 just made snack bags for me and Emily for the plane/airports today. They have bananas, two kinds of crackers, two kinds of homemade cookies, skittles and m&ms. Don't you wish you were my roommate?
Yes, I do. I need to make myself up something for the car trip down. I have a banana, and a granola bar and ginger ale. I should make a sammich too.
I should go to the store and buy the last bit of Tim's care package. (I'm sending a cheapo discman in case he doesn't have one, to assure he can listen to rockin' mix cd.) Then I should grab a pair of yoga pants at Old Navy, because my last pair has disintegrated in the washing machine. Then I should go to the gym.
Instead, I drink coffee and watch the American Idol my roomie Tivo'd.
I can't remember a time when I didn't know what the ocean looked like.
Me neither.
Mmmmm...sammich. I'd make those, but Emily doesn't like them. So, no sammiches.
Mmmmm...sammich. I'd make those, but Emily doesn't like them. So, no sammiches.
My sammich will probably be chicken and cheese with lettuce and tomato. I think I'll throw an apple in there too. I tend to undereat and overcaffeinate at cons.
I can't remember a time when I didn't know what the ocean looked like.
Me neither.
Hardly anyone can. It was like she was four she was so delighted. At the same time, it was absolutey primal -- she was IN the ocean like I've never seen someone in it before.
t sneaking back in
Fortunately my boss is not a suspicious type. I just wish Television Without Pity tab wasn't right next to it.
Yay for sj boyfriend-ness.
In other news, I am still slightly shaken by an awful dream I had last night where Tom told me he didn't love me, and never did. It went on and on in agonzing detail, but that's the gist of it. i woke up crying. BAH!
I never had one of those - never, nada, not once - until 1976. They now occur four to five times a year. I wake up, quite literally, screaming. It's become a ritual. Nic pats me on the arm, sleepily says "All the men you've loved loved you back, especially me" and waits for me to fall back asleep.
Fucking abandonment dreams. Horrible.
Good morning. I am insanely cranky this morning, but for a damned good reason: forgot to take a flexoril at bedtime and the result is feeling black and bluie and never having got all the way asleep.
I'll be back when I'm more human.
I just made snack bags for me and Emily for the plane/airports today. They have bananas, two kinds of crackers, two kinds of homemade cookies, skittles and m&ms. Don't you wish you were my roommate?
Have a great flight and a great time, both of you.
So, Teacup Guy is upgraded to boyfriend? Sweet. I can concentrate my 'shipping on Lilty and Music Store Guy
I think so, at least in my mind. We are seeing each other 2-3 times a week.
Yeah baybee, and we're already at the "when to meet the fam" dilemma. I love smooth, swift ships.
Well, not really. It is more of the fact that he really wants to help me move and my family will be there.
I just made snack bags for me and Emily for the plane/airports today. They have bananas, two kinds of crackers, two kinds of homemade cookies, skittles and m&ms. Don't you wish you were my roommate?
Yes, for more reasons than this.