Early ,'Objects In Space'
[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.
Cashmere, tell them you want a new one, and that's that. They'll replace it. If they offer to "fix" it, refuse, and say they need to give you a new one that isn't messed up.
I'd probably settle for new doors. But if they don't return my call first thing in the morning, I'm going to the store myself. They don't want me to show up there. It will not be pretty. Considering I spent $1500 last year and $1200 this year, I think I qualify as a good customer.
Gronk. Someone needs to wash the sand out of my eyes, or pull the toothpicks out so I can go to bed. It's too early, though, so I guess I'll leave them there for a little while longer.
Wake me up when it's time to go to bed, k?
Ah, well in that case, no.
Ha! Too late, 'cause I already WENT home!
Where the radiators are making too much noise, but at least I'm not at work.
Aimee! Cool. I'll see you then.
No laughing if I fall down.
But smiling's okay, right?
Yeah, okay.
However, hearing Muzak versions of Duran Duran and Cyndi Lauper still freaks me out.
A few years ago I was out with my parents when I heard a Muzaked version of U2's "Pride." I don't think they quite understood why it was the wrongest wrong thing ever, but they made sympathetic noises.
A few years ago I was out with my parents when I heard a Muzaked version of U2's "Pride."
I really want to hear Bill Murray do a lounge version of this now. "In the nammeeeee t snap snap of Luvvvv, Bay-beee. Inthenameof...Love."
Ha! Too late, 'cause I already WENT home!
Uh oh. The stars (or popstars, whichever -strology you prefer) say you shouldna done that.