'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.
Teppy, I'm glad you're better (any idea what the trigger may have been, or is it One Of Those Things?). sj, I'm sorry you're sore.
I need to be able to annouce that I cry, and let's just move along. Will work on that, because I cry for various emotions, pretty easily, too.
Anyway, I'm home. I'm trying to decide if going to NERAX tonight to drink more lovely beer will either kill or cure me.
Edit - hee!
I want to see this as the title of a new show on Food Network.
t whiiiiiine, plus ranty-cakes
I am having a not-so-good day. It's a better day than earlier, thanks to some very kind people, but I just went to get my lunch from the fridge and discovered that someone had already eaten part of it. As in, opened the container, took some of my ravioli & veggies, and then put it back.
This made me paranoid and even crankier, so I tossed the rest, and went to the cafeteria for comfort food of pizza. I also got some fruit, to make it vaguely good for me.
hmmph. Evil lunch-stealing people.
As in, opened the container, took some of my ravioli & veggies, and then put it back.
Holy crap. What is WITH people?!?!?!?
The hell, Jilli? That's just wrong.
The hell, Jilli? That's just wrong.
Oh, the fridge on this floor of the building is apparently notorious for people's lunches vanishing. And I think I'd rather have my lunch completely vanish, instead of it obviously having been snacked on by someone else.
Could you dope up some food with ex-lax¹ and leave it as bait, Jilli?
¹: Or the digestive penalty of your choice...
I just went to get my lunch from the fridge and discovered that someone had already eaten part of it. As in, opened the container, took some of my ravioli & veggies, and then put it back.
Eeeewwwwwwwwww.
Who does that?
Could you dope up some food with ex-lax¹ and leave it as bait, Jilli?
Tempting, but I'm just going to dig out my Lenore lunch box out and start packing my lunch in that. It tends to scare lunch-theives off.
“Experience my DARK muffins”,
Hee.
will post pix of my newly slimmed and fantabulous rocking self after the weekend.
Erin, you DO rock! And you need to offer a seminar on how to develop Erinesque levels of self-esteem, BTW. We should all be able to refer to ourselves as fantabulous rocking selves.
I'm still all twitchy through the shoulders, even after riding the stationary bike at the gym for half an hour.
any idea what the trigger may have been, or is it One Of Those Things?
I still have NO idea. Weird as hell.