(I want ones that say "STD,"
For "Skip the Drama."
[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.
(I want ones that say "STD,"
For "Skip the Drama."
Heh. Not quite.
STDs actually usually bring on a great deal of drama.
Okay, after my frozen pizza cooks, I'm going to eat it with X-Play, and then I'm going into full-scale thesis-writing mode, which I was supposed to be in ALL DAY TODAY BUT I SUCK.
Ick. As much as we're all about Valentine's Day at work, I forgot to remember the fact that I actually have to go through it.
I told the girls at the store that they needed to schedule me to close, since I'm the only single girl and it would be silly for anyone with a husband or BF to work. After that, my friend wants to continue our V-Day tradition of inappropriate hijinks, but she's got a boyfriend now. I don't need pity hijinks.
Hey Daniel, did you know that you must supply a local referer to get URL '/heartmaker/hearts/heart_20050212151535_49023.jpg' from this server?
After that, my friend wants to continue our V-Day tradition of inappropriate hijinks, but she's got a boyfriend now. I don't need pity hijinks
Aw, Lilty! Hijinks are fun no matter if one has a boyfriend or not. I doubt they are pity hijinks. She probably yearns for hijinks with you.
I know I would, even though I am an old married lady. I love hijinks with my single girlfriends. (ETA- or my girlfriends, in general, no matter what their couple status is)
Tom and I know very few "couples" to hang out with, which is OK by me, because we or I just hang out with single folks or groups of people like usual. I hated it when my married friends stopped asking me to do stuff because I was single. They kind of suck anyway, though. But if I am to believe other people's stories, that does happen in a larger sense.
So, Lilty, do not spurn the hijinks.
Fixed the heart link, above. [link]
Hate PMS.
Hate the month of February. It's so gray and featureless.
Hate contest entries that take three times as long as I've budgeted to judge.
Hate that DH isn't so fiercely time-oriented as I am, such that his promise to take Annabel out after lunch translates into leaving five minutes ago.
Hate that after 5+ years of marriage, I still haven't had the sense to let go my expectation that he'll be time-oriented, since for me it's the only logical thing to be.
Hate that all of the above has combined to make me feel so raw and weepy I doubt I'll do a very good job on my own writing when I finally get to attempt it after I finish the scoresheet for this contest entry.