Yay for margaritas!
I'm overwhelmed with the computerness of my new computer. I can't get it to recognize the network, and it's just been tiring. I plan to conquer it today.
[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.
Yay for margaritas!
I'm overwhelmed with the computerness of my new computer. I can't get it to recognize the network, and it's just been tiring. I plan to conquer it today.
I'm overwhelmed with the computerness of my new computer. I can't get it to recognize the network, and it's just been tiring. I plan to conquer it today.
Conquer! Conquer! Bad computer. No cookie till you cooperate with Mama Deena.
Deena, I'm working on the final tweaking of my paper. Will you have time to look at it in say an hour?
Also, I mailed those books yesterday...just in case I didn't tell you. They did go media mail, 'cause it was quite a bit cheaper.
Media mail is absolutely peachy, and while you didn't tell me directly, I did notice that you'd been to the post office.
Also, I would love to look at your paper and whenever you send it is fine.
In tangential news, every time I write a press release or a marketing piece these days, I notice that I have a suspiciously large number of alsos that I have to delete. I blame my baby-duck imprinting nature.
I blame my baby-duck imprinting nature.
Bwah! We were just talking about this in my psych class on Friday. How funny that you would use it. Worlds collide...
Hi. I just got back from my date.
Date, date? Tell more! She says as she runs out the door, late as usual.
Hi. I just got back from my date.
Wow! A 23-hour date! That must have gone very well. Details?
Poptarts:
Mmmmm...poptarts! I hope my groceries get her soon. I want some.
Deena, do you have a minute to jump on AIM?
Hi. I just got back from my date.
The pancake date? Tell us more!
Weeeelllll... there were pancakes, and there was a trip to MassMoCA, and then there was dinner, and then there was an entirely unplanned, um, sleepover. As it were.
Did I mention this was only our third date? I'm kind of unsure how I feel about it all. I like him a lot, and I'm glad I stayed over, but at the same time, I feel like I should feel like it's moving too fast. And I don't know if I do.