Willow ,'Showtime'
[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.
Post, damn you, post!
I'm multi-bored. That's what happens when you're multitasking, but there's a blank spot in the cycle of things you're doing, so when you hit that phase of the cycle you're bored.
So I'll go jump the monkey some more, but when I come back here I want to see some chatter!
Or I'll have to assume my sexy anime flash references killed the thread. And that will make me sad.
I'm multi-bored. That's what happens when you're multitasking, but there's a blank spot in the cycle of things you're doing, so when you hit that phase of the cycle you're bored.
I t heart this. So much.
Hi, Emily! I like you.
It's Emily! It's Emily! HORRAYYYYYYY
Emily is cool
[link]
Damn dial-up, this is gonna take forever.
Oh, Thomash. Dial-up? I'm so sorry.
ug, me am doing best me can
mmmm coookies
Oh, Thomash. Dial-up? I'm so sorry.
It won't even load for me. It just stops near the 80% mark.
I've decided that I'm lame and have no life.
Why, you ask?
Well, back when I worked for The Man in his state university incarnation, I used to get insane amounts done between 4:00 and 6:00 on Fridays. It was a combination of most of my coworkers leaving earlier, so I wasn't distracted by pesky emails and phone calls, and the fact I'd feel obliged to finally tackle everything I procrastinated all week.
Now that I work for The Me, I find myself plowing through everything I've been putting off all week at 9:30 on a Friday night. It's quiet. DH is feeding Annabel her bedtime bottle. And lower internet traffic means I've already read most of my usual distractions.
Well, the link has loaded and now I appreciate Emily's brain much much more. Thank you.