Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
My one year Buffistaversary is next month. I can't believe it.
How do you find out the date. I can't remember when I signed up.
I can already tell that it's going to be a looooong day. But I have the weekend to long forward to (hi P-C!) and I'm cooking lots of fun stuff this weekend:
Fooood. I'm hungry now.
Whoever slowed time down today needs to turn it back up to its proper speed right now.
How do you find out the date.
Haven't a clue. I was at the Phoenix from the get-go, but I joined up with the Buffistas either at TT or WX, and I can't remember which and I can't remember when.
heh, Anne, i'm having the opposite problem. I am looking at the clock and, having done pretty much nothing work related, can't believe that it's almost 11 and I suck.
I think it's that I am slower than time today. Whatever the fuck that means. It sounded profound in my head though.
Whoever slowed time down today needs to turn it back up to its proper speed right now.
What Anne said.
beathen, the only reason I know the date is because I had bookmarked it since my delurking was on a rather eventful night (when we started raising money to bring Nilly to the US).
How do you find out the date.
If you know roughly when it was, and what thread, you can threadsuck (or download archived threads) and do a "find" in your browser for the first occurence of your name.
If your first post was in Natter or Bitches, you might have to download a number of threads before you find the right one.
I have a small cloud of mess-things-up-foo over my head. Small because it's just little things, but they're enough to make me grumble. Things like 1 extra page in the final laid-out article, which fucks up the page count of the overall journal. Things like Apple not shipping my iBook on time.
Minor stuff. But combined with cramps and a sinus infection that doesn't look like it wants to go away even in the face of massive antibiotics -- well, I grumble.
NO BRACKETS, PLEASE. I want to wallow in my grumbliness.
I want to wallow in my grumbliness.
Heh. wallow for me too!
Wait, I'm already wallowing enough.
Sorry about your suck day. It's the little things that make ya feel like you're being pecked to death.
I want to wallow in my grumbliness
"Oh, look, there's some lovely filth over there!"
"Old man!"
"Woman!"
Sorry, the word "wallow" just summons up Holy Grail for me.
Whoever slowed time down today needs to turn it back up to its proper speed right now.
This morning is going all right, but I'm dreading the time from noon until 5pm. Here's what I have to look forward to in that time frame, besides leaving work: filing. I hate filing with a passion. I would be ecstatic if I never had to file a piece of paper again.