"Oh God! I've never been so happy to be beaten up by a woman!" -Zap Branigan.
'Underneath'
[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.
"Oh God! I've never been so happy to be beaten up by a woman!" -Zap Branigan.
Interesting, but squicky to some:
>[link]Pierced eyeglasses.
I guess you could call them Pierce Nez.
I just ate too many Girl Scout cookies, and I liked it.
Lee!
When will you be here?
(No one tried to sell me GS cookies this year. I am verklempt.)
Deena! A week from tomorrow, snow willing.
Whee!
YAY! I'm so excited. By then the snow may be gone!
eta: I'm being told I'm up past my bedtime. Night!
It's morning. I'm not ready for it to be morning yet.
Coffee. Coffee is good.
Coffee is not just good. Coffee is necessary.
That is SO true, Anne. I didn't used to be this way, but now I really am. And, you know, it's not just the coffee...it's the act of relaxing while drinking the coffee that I also crave.
Coffee is god.
I was awakened by a phone call this morning about half an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. I hate being woken up by the phone. It always gives me this adrenaline rush that takes a long time to go away. I looked at caller ID, but the number was blocked. Often my early morning calls are business calls from someone who thinks he'll get voicemail. I keep telling myself not to answer these, because they never go well. Still, I answered and discovered that I was apparently the victim of butt dialing. It was someone in a car with the radio on. After a few futile hello's, I listened to see if I could figure out who it was. The radio station was a D.C. station, giving traffic reports. I have no clue.