Good. 'Cause the Suck only stops weak-ass writers, and you and I aren't gonna be one of those.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
Nope, no punk-ass Bitches. Stupid novel! Make my life worthwhile. (Kicks novel, pages fly) I'm not picking that up.
Wuss.
Heh. I just read about that story. I'm hoping that "Would you like fingers with that?" stops repeating in my head soon.
t Will not punch tenant in the head will not punch tenant in the head will not punch tenant in the head
ita, you busy?
ita, you busy?
In theory, yes. Practice is failing to live up to it, though.
How can I help?
So, Aimee, you're going to punch ita in the head, instead? When's the wake?
Message left with my lawyer and with a lawyer at Planned Parenthood. These people had no idea who they were/are messing with.
Emmett: "Chill out, Dad. Chill."
Me: "There's not a lot of chilling out when you're covered with your son's blood!"
Rotten kid, bogarting all the endorphins.
Jen, move. If it sucks too much to spend the money then move again.
SLC continues to be lovely. I appear to have brought a good chunk of rain with me and people keep hugging me for it. Went out to the lake yesterday and I LOVED it.