Will someone do my therapy homework for me so I can go take a nap?
What sort of homework? Can you write a song?
Therapy! Therapy!
Wonderful wonderful therapy
Wait, I suppose it should have something specific about you....
[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.
Will someone do my therapy homework for me so I can go take a nap?
What sort of homework? Can you write a song?
Therapy! Therapy!
Wonderful wonderful therapy
Wait, I suppose it should have something specific about you....
I put this Bureaucracy already, but I miss Spike. Havign his name in the thread makes me miss him just a bit less.
Nope. No songwriting today. I have to do a chain analysis. Blech.
Do we want Spike back in?
Given my druthers, my preference is no; however, I'm not deeply invested in that, so I can live with putting it back.
I'd rather have him back in the title. I think he got left out by accident, and I'd rather keep thinking that, than watch Bitches have an earnest coversation about who we are and where we're going.
Dammit, look what erika and Cindy put in my head:
Lying beside you
here in the dark
feeling your heartbeat with mine
softly you whisper
you're so sincere
how could our love be so blind?
I miss my Spike.
Yeah, bugger that. Did I tell y'all I got invited to host a "We Love Our Tubes" rally for Terri S? I shit you not. People with caths and feeding tubes are converging on public spaces all over the USA to protest TS dying from "our revulsion". Sometimes the dark humor writes itself. I do not understand those Not Dead Yet people, man.
Oh, juliana. I don't mind Journey myself, but I never would have put them in your mind, on purpose. Hee.
When I was in college, I met a boy at the beach, in town. He was a student at another college. We dated for a little while. The first night he came to take me out, he was wearing Polo cologne, had pink Champagne (cheap, because college students, yo), and had Journey on the car stereo. I remember thinking, "Okay, this is too 80s even for me, and it's only the Fall of '85."
This episode of 80s nostalgia is brought to you by the letters, O, and Dear.
As long as someone is capable of saying "Remove that and I'll make your life hell," I don't think they're in danger.