Them's jokin' words, girl.
'Never Leave Me'
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.
Lunch!
I get [soda] free at work.
That's one of the best things about my office.
Like women can remember things.
We always remember some things.
I get [soda] free at work.
I just wish our office had a vending machine at least, but no joy there. (At least there's a gas station pretty close by.)
I get [soda] free at work.
What's the concentration of soda? 20 micromolar?
Is this a scientific bracket joke?
Yes. Yes it is.
I need a trim already...having a quiet moment makes me realize my bangs are driving me nuts right now. Which can also be my tell for "You are*such* a boring idiot." If I ran for office, I'd have to have hair like Sinead.
Aimée's tag is from one of my favorite songs. Which I'm about to listen to right now.