It's Emily! It's Emily! HORRAYYYYYYY
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
Emily is cool
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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.
am very bbad at this game
R.I.P. Captain Jack Sparrow the Fish
Pining for the fjords!! Or, possibly, taking a trip to a new and exciting place. I hear the sewers have alligators! New friends!
(re: Juliana's costume) I am torn between wanting to offer my sincere condolences and drooling all over myself at the mental image.
Sounds about right...
ION, I have not one, but TWO offers on the house
Awesome!!!
ok I've caught fish and a braclet I also have cocaine. but no one wants them, even though they say they do....