When I was 4, I used to walk across town (at least that's how far it felt) to go to my boyfriend's house. He was actually my biggest brother's friend. They were, of course, in school, but I'd hang out with his mom and we'd chat. Until Mom found me missing. It happened about three times, and then she spanked me all the way home with a willow switch and I never did it again.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
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.
Deena, if you're still around, could you hop on AIM for a minute?
Things with The Good Date went extraordinarily well last night. He is clever and thoughtful and brought me ginger beer and recited Shakespeare (quite well) while paying a great deal of attention to my neck and ears.
dooooooooooooooooooooomed
Ooooh, Jen. So doomed. Enjoy.
Shakespeare! Singing!
Doooooooooooooooooomed.
Jen, you are so doomed.
Jen. Here there be dragons.
Things with The Good Date went extraordinarily well last night. He is clever and thoughtful and brought me ginger beer and recited Shakespeare (quite well) while paying a great deal of attention to my neck and ears.
"Call it."
"Time of Doomed: 12:42:46 pm PDT."
Dooomed!!!
Doomed.
In news of me, I am currently doing an image search of this site for Actual Work-Related Purposes.
Fun.