Hey, Erin, there was no Alias this week.
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.
It's sad, but I really am proud of myself for this.
It's something to be proud over...don't think it's sad. I know what a big deal that kind of stuff is.
I'm eating chips and salsa for breakfast...with my coffee. This is an interesting combo.
OH! That explains the no torrent then! I'm bizarrely happy to hear this!
Yeah, Erin it wasn't on, 'cause of the SotU.
Oh.
Well, there are proa and cons to no TV unless I actually go and get it.
Bush TV appearances raise my blood pressure and make me foam at the mouth.
It is so bright, the orb; it hurts me poor cave-dweller eyes, it's been so long. I am pallid and damp from lack of exposure to sunlight, like a startled mushroom.
Erin, I must must tag this. Please? Pretty please?
Of course!
Thank you! It's 50 degrees and sunny today, and I'm baffled.
It's supposed to be 60 today, and I'm fucking ecstatic. I may go out and just sit naked on a giant piece of aluminum foil, I'm so starved for sun.
I so hear ya, sister.
I can't really complain though, since I'm going on a Carribean cruise in two weeks. Recharge, bay-bee, recharge!
Like a cat, I am solar powered.