I want a mini of mine own. I don't think my cat would ever forgive me, though.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
t dances in
I went on the best. date. ever. last night. He's amazing. As soon as we sat down at the coffeeshop, it was like talking to someone I've known for years. And we talked for hours. It was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
Whee!
That proved to be about the least helpful helpful thing I've ever attempted to do. I'm about to fall apart. Trying to keep it together long enough to make a pizza to see if some food in my system would help.
If not, I'm off to the ER myself. God damn it.
Ok,so, my second instinct was right.(I promise I'll sort out my life and find a happier tag. The Otis Redding ones were nice, if you don't think about plane crashes, which I wasn't.) Now I am, though, naturally. Hm... maybe after this book I should have a Gospel Period or something. I think I've just painted my soft underbelly black, Tep. A lot of it is a pose, but I'm not telling how much. Some of it is very real, but I'm not quite Emma Zoole yet.
VW, *buy* the pizza. Don't try to make it.
{{vw}} trying to help should not be traumatic!
vw, if you need to, call. Please.
{{vw}} I hope food helps.
((vw}} Have ice cream, too. Unless it makes you sick, of course.
I promise I'll sort out my life and find a happier tag.
You don't need to have a happier tag just to placate me; in fact, your tag can be misanthropic as hell, as long as you aren't mired in gloom and broken glass, is all.