Oh. My. God.
The TA in one of my classes is on IMDB: [link]
I shouldn't find this so cool, but I do.
[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.
Oh. My. God.
The TA in one of my classes is on IMDB: [link]
I shouldn't find this so cool, but I do.
Oh, brenda. I'm so sorry. I hope it eases for you. Can you vent to us?
Thanks, but not right now. If I try to go into it I'll just work myself into even more of a state than I'm in right now. Maybe tonight, so fair warning.
But we're going for Cajun food.
Oh, that's right.
Well, I'll have to see if I can find a Cajun-themed skirt....
Hec, the e-mails are coming back undeliverable.
You CAN eat it, but you probably wouldn't want to.
Play-Doh is yummy. Salty.
As a friend of mine says, if there was a food that tasted as good as play-doh smells, you'd have a nifty dessert.
Sweet fancy Moses. Play-Doh is one of my favorite smells.
And yet, when all the BPAL scents turn to Play-Doh on me, I'm not so happy about it. If I want to smell like Play-Doh, I'll choose to do so. But if I want to smell like the ocean, it should damn well smell like ocean, not Play-Doh.
And I hope Hec's e-mail isn't wonky, b/c I just sent him about 3 that were important. To him.
They seem to be sticking now, Steph. I hope anyway. He's gonna have a Buffista-filled mailbox.
Now vw has me iMDbing people. I was in an afterschool acting class with this guy and danced with him a couple of years ago when we were all home for Christmas.
My sister's page. The shillouette looks nothing like hers. It also doesn't list her in whatever that teen horror movie was where the people are aliens? Or maybe it was the one that was like Stepford for teenagers.
Not enough here to know if this is the guy I graduated with.
Hec, the e-mails are coming back undeliverable.
I just emailed your gmail account in your profile.
And I hope Hec's e-mail isn't wonky, b/c I just sent him about 3 that were important. To him.
Got 'em.
Nope. I lied. The e-mails are back in my inbox. Damn.