Mal ,'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.
Adds buy chocolate to the to do list for tomorrow.
Heh. I have chocolate at home. What I want is more pizza. Which I also have at home. (Really, I stocked up for you guys!)
I'll be giddy tomorrow, because I get PerkinsPerkinsPerkinsPerkins!!! And also SASASASASA!!! And then on Friday, CashmereCashmereCashmereCashmere and Big O.Big O.Big O.Big O.!!!
But today, I smite.
Can someone send me a rush order of chocolate? Or a weapon?
Only if someone else can explain to my boss that it is vitally important that I be allowed to go home and dither about what I want to wear to Goth Night tonight, instead of trying to focus on editing UI mock-ups.
Can someone send me a rush order of chocolate? Or a weapon?
Starts carving a pistol from a solid block of chocolate.
This is a nasty, nasty little bug I've got. I wanna be better already!
Plus, I miss my dog.
t /whine
Actually, I'll probably keep whining, so I should leave that tag open.
Ah, fuck *me*, Super-Scary Reactionary Female leg thinks I'm cute and inspiring. Shoot me now. (Make one quip about being a pinko tree hugger from a wheelchair, and I'm branded.) I'm Scary...the Liberal agenda Made Flesh. Grr argh, eh?(Because you know it's Canadian.) Damn it.
Katie Bee, tell your darling husband thank you for me. I hope the information you're flinging nets you big returns.
Steph, smite me. I was just running the powerpoint for an online meeting and screwed it up. I deserve to be smitten.
If it wouldn't be too much trouble, a little Kind Thoughts on the morrow and Friday would be greatly appreciated.
I have a Job Interview.
It'd be a step up from 3+ years' worth of temping, which currently is "no end in sight for the contract, but it's only part-time, and your schedule changes weekly". It's permanent employment, only 3 days a week, but weekends are guaranteed off *and* it's WORK FROM HOME technical support (once training is done). No more phone work, just email and chat, and I'm a whiz at the written word (plus: I can listen to my music AND swear at the customers without causing the fuss).
So. Just a few. Not much - I think I've got this one nailed. But as soon as I start thinking good thoughts, asteroids hit my planet or some such.
Fingers crossed, StuntHusband.
I'm smitten all the time in here. Many foamy Bitches. Wanna go by my leg. office and make out?
Job~ma, StuntHusband, and in case I forgot to say it earlier, welcome!