'Why We Fight'
[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.
I took a Lush bubble bar bath, and it was yummy. The sore is a little bit better. I still feel like I am going to start crying any second now for no reason, but I think I can do this. I just have to get dressed and pack my overnight bag. Thessally's show should be a blast, and then I will be with Teacup Guy and all will be better or at least manageable.
As in, opened the container, took some of my ravioli & veggies, and then put it back.
Ewww. I don't understand people at all.
I took a Lush bubble bar bath, and it was yummy.
Hee. Coming on the heels of the stolen lunch discussion, this phrasing is amusing.
I used to bring Lactaid milk into work at the bookstore so that I could use it in my coffee and tea. Other people in the store also had lactose intolerances and asked if they could use some. I agreed but it annoyed me that they would: 1. Never offer to replace it or chip in. 2. Finish it right before one of my shifts. Of course they always got the worst of it if they did the latter because working with me when I haven't had coffee or tea is no fun for anyone.
Hee. Coming on the heels of the stolen lunch discussion, this phrasing is amusing.
Hee. Totally unitentional phrasing. My brain is not here. I think it is still in Ohio.
First rule of thievery: minimize evidence. IE, take the whole darned thing.
the irony isn't lost on me that I work for our justice department and no one is safe leaving anything remotely edible in the fridge for two minutes
I was just going to post about how when I was the receptionist at my old church the Youth Pastor would take anything that didn't have a name on it in our (teeny-tiny) fridge.
Transcript of actual conversation:
Me: Who took the bottle of water I put in here?
Him: Oh, I took that. I didn't know whose it was.
Me (not out loud, but Thinking it in SUCH a loud voice): Did you know it wasn't yours?
(Otherwise a really great guy, so I let it go. But still - Moron!)
Eventually Pete will learn that if I'm having an emotionally-fragile day, playing Twenty Questions about why I'm not being very talkative on the phone at work will lead to me being more upset, won't he? The whole reason I didn't want to talk about being upset is because it makes me MORE upset, and I'd really like to not start crying again.
Gaah. I'd like to declare a do-over on this day, please.
{{{Jilli}}}
I'll see what I can do about a 24-hour mindwipe.
(I'm sorry to be all 'me me memeeeeee' today. I am starting to think I need to make an appointment w/ my doctor to talk to him about how the emotionally-fragile days seem to be coming more and more frequently, because it's starting to make me worry.)
Not that that's a bad idea if you feel the need, Jilli, but don't worry about it our account.