Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Don't say that. We are unique. Trust me.
And happy birthday.
'Heart Of Gold'
[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.
Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Don't say that. We are unique. Trust me.
And happy birthday.
Add his name to the dictionary!
But now how will she know when she's misspelled 'cuddles'?
I had a rather detailed dream about browsing through photo albums in a bookstore and realizing they had some with my pictures on the cover, and various of my pictures inside. Turned out they had done a random selection from my online photo albums. Which is pretty weird given that other people could buy them, but seemed like it was going to neatly solve the issue of making a wedding album for my mother.
Went to a nice party last night. Did some crafts. Drank on an empty stomach (eugh). Realized that I'm not only out of touch but a little uncomfortable with flirting, alas. Also, someone told me that the T-shirt I was wearing (from college!) was older than some of his high school students. True, but a little disheartening.
Ahahaha. Hey, Eddie. Happy birthday.
Bitches is generally more personal, I think. Natter can be just as uncensored, but it covers a wider variety of topics. Not that our topics here are narrow.
Topics here have included sex, kittens, sex kittens, children, babies, work, parents, corsets, shoes...it's rather girly. Sometimes. Except when people start talking about fucking baseball.
Natter is our coffee shop. Bitches is our slumber party. Or maybe not. Okay. It is an atmosphere thing. Natter is like a big party, and Bitches is more like an after-party. Or maybe not. Okay. Natter is where Buffistas get together to talk about anything. Bitches is where Buffistas get together to talk about everything. Or maybe not. Natter is Natter, and Bitches is Bitches. Definitely. Yes. That.
Oh! Also (I'd forgotten) got in a bit of an argument with someone who insisted that the intelligent boys who end up disrupting the high school class I assist with (that is to say, they're intelligent enough that they get even more bored than usual with the teacher covering stuff at length and thus end up talking a lot) need to learn to "sit quietly so that other students can learn." Which, yes, they do. But more than just sitting quietly, she said they need to learn to "cope with boredom" by sitting and doing nothing. I maintained that there ain't no way that's going to work, at least with my class. What really bothered me was that she has no particular experience working with teenagers and she was insisting despite argument from me and another woman who works in pediatrics. Like, if she had something to back it up, okay -- but the idea that maybe we had more experience with this had no bearing at all on how firmly she knew she was right. Nothing on earth could sway her stance on How to Handle Teenage Boys.
Nothing on earth could sway her stance on How to Handle Teenage Boys.
Teaching them boredom seems like the opposite of what teachers would ideally do. Also, she's arrogant and wrong which is also a Least Ideal combination.
Natter is our coffee shop. Bitches is our slumber party. Or maybe not. Okay. It is an atmosphere thing. Natter is like a big party, and Bitches is more like an after-party. Or maybe not. Okay. Natter is where Buffistas get together to talk about anything. Bitches is where Buffistas get together to talk about everything. Or maybe not. Natter is Natter, and Bitches is Bitches. Definitely. Yes. That.
Cindy, have I told you lately how much I like you? It's a lot.
Happy Birthday, Eddie.
If Nilly were here, she's say something like: you should add it to the Birthday Calendar. Nilly "Sunnydale Press" Sep 18, 2002 2:52:07 am PDT
Oh, P-C, thank you. Today was a kind of low day. I needed that. Now I'm off to the birthday party of the most attitudenous four year old I know. Since I do not have to parent her, she's my hero.
Au contraire, Narrataire. It is I who honored the sacred timeslot. J'accuse.
(This would be so much better if I'd had even a semester of French, in high school.)
We had the same amount of French in high school. I'd respond in Spanish, which I did take, iffn I could remember any of it.
Natter is our coffee shop. Bitches is our slumber party. Or maybe not. Okay. It is an atmosphere thing. Natter is like a big party, and Bitches is more like an after-party. Or maybe not. Okay. Natter is where Buffistas get together to talk about anything. Bitches is where Buffistas get together to talk about everything. Or maybe not. Natter is Natter, and Bitches is Bitches. Definitely. Yes. That.
Well, that clarifies it nicely. Thanks.