Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
And why would a terribly earnest conversation cause me to run screaming? Besides, we can't have one with vw, because she's off being cultural.
My question is: It seems to me that I keep cleaning off my desk, but it's never clean. It has two prescriptions I should call in, two printed out e-mails, a dust rang, a Kleenex, three business cars, a notbook, a coupon, notes on odd bits of paper, a checkbook, some crumbs and Miss Piggy on it.
Walk of shame. I am typig very carefully. It's sunrise, and I need to go to sleep. I ate a Bacon, Egg and Cheese biscuit. It was very good.
Why is the Walk of Shame never as fun as you want it to be?
No nightmares last night, just this bitch of a windstorm throwing limbs into cars with ALARMS all night.
And yes, it's worky-worky time for moi again.
And why would a terribly earnest conversation cause me to run screaming? Besides, we can't have one with vw, because she's off being cultural.
I have no idea. I was working my way up to random, by starting off tongue and cheek, but there was no literal meaning in any of it. I also forgot vw was being all cultural.
My question is: It seems to me that I keep cleaning off my desk, but it's never clean. It has two prescriptions I should call in, two printed out e-mails, a dust rang, a Kleenex, three business cars, a notbook, a coupon, notes on odd bits of paper, a checkbook, some crumbs and Miss Piggy on it.
Do you have a wastebasket near your desk? If not, maybe that would help? I always tell myself I am going to be more like my aunt. She'll get an invitation in the mail, stop at the calendar to jot down the date, make the phone call (or fill out the response card and put it with her outgoing mail), and chuck the invitation in the trash, before I could decide which envelope I was going to open, first.
Why is the Walk of Shame never as fun as you want it to be?Hee.
I'm glad you had no nightmares Stunt Husband.
Okay, now I have to get moving. I hate that part.
Clearly I'm not really up to typing this morning.
Yes, there's a waste basket right under my elbow. It's just that most of these bits of paper reflect something I should do. Often it's something that will only take 10 seconds, and yet I let these bits of paper languish.
morning!
Walk of Shame, Erin??? Ooooh, do tell!!
Girl has STILL NOT EMAILED. This is making me supercranky.
I am supposed to go have brunch with some people shortly. It's sad when instead of thinkign "Yay, people, yay brunch!" I'm thinking "well, it'll distract me from endlessly checking my email for a few hours..."
Yes! Share everything about the Walk of Shame.
Girl! What's your damn problem?? Email meara already!
So I'm hoping the Walk of Shame has nothing to do with a Perp Walk.