Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
[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.
My childhood best friend is spookily absent from the web. I mean, I run her name through, and I get a child actress, who is clearly not her, and someone who runs a fan club for a Canadian hockey player, who also is unlikely to be her. It makes me hope she is all right. And my college obsession/best friend has a name too common for Google. But then, so is mine, so it all evens out.
And Connie, that is awesome about the wine.
My childhood best friend is spookily absent from the web.
Do you think she got married and changed her name?
This is what makes it harder to look up old girlfriends.
That's great about your well-traveled wine, Connie.
Do you think she got married and changed her name?
God, I can't imagine Brooke married. That would mean she's a grownup, and not a 12-year-old tomboy. And that would be freaking weird. (And yes, I know 26 is a perfectly normal age to be all married and name-changed and even have kids. But not for people I know! We're babies, and I'm a child bride.)
I had a thing for this guy in high school. Google says he's doing pretty well for himself. Of course, the temptation when you find that out is to randomly send an email, and little good comes of that.
My college boyfriend is very active in the Pennsylvania Republican party in a behind-the-scenes way, plus he works with the Chambers of Commerce. To think I once thought of marrying him.
My childhood best friend is an activist for the homeless in Portland, one of my big high school crushes is a globetrotting journalist, another is a lawyer in NYC, and I suspect Googling any of the others will just get depressing.
Signed, not kidding about being the slacker of my group.
My first boyfriend is suspiciously un-Googleable. (I say suspiciously because he remotely installed Telix on my computer in 1991 so we could chat, and in 1992 was exitedly telling me about this newfangled part of the Internet called the World Wide Web. So I suspect he's un-Googleable on purpose, or has changed his name, or both.)
The first boy I ever had a crush on turns out to be a happily married geek with a 6-year-old daughter who lives in San Francisco, runs marathons, and venerates Jon Stewart. I'm weirdly cheered by how well he turned out -- twelve-year-old me apparently could have taught twenty-something-year-old me quite a bit about quality crush objects.
The boy who stomped my heart to bits is still floating around the gaming world, and I still feel queasily heartsick when I look at his name so I'm not gonna do that again.
The last guy I dated before Hec has recently finished a run in the title role of a stage musical version of Zippy the Pinhead.
ION, Daniel, that's absolutely wonderful news! Your sister must be so, so overjoyed!
IOON, my overtime work is all done and I can finally go home!
Daniel, is this a good kind of back home?
Ayup, he's done his time. A week in Wisconsin getting debriefed next week, then back home to pick up the threads of his life that George Bush decided didn't matter one whit.
mmm... lamb chops for dinner - first time we cooked them ...good. so is red wine.
I don't remember the last name of my first boy friend.... that's just sad.
cindy is a good mom. telling the kids to go away is a good thing.
today is wierd. bad things from DH's co ... that we have no idea what they mean....
{{nora}} even though I don't know why.
and though this is not the story of my life...I can relate
it is good for a laugh, DH sent it to me.