I'm a crazy rewriter today. I've rewritten 6 poems so far today. I am making this portfolio my bitch!
Jayne ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
My head is large with ache and my house is large with the mess.
I need tylenol, caffiene and a maid.
Wow. Aimee is me. Although, I've had my caffiene allotment for the day.
vw, you could title the portfolio, "My Bitch"!
Um, just kidding.
Timelies to one and all. I've been to a funeral this morning, wrestled the baby into her crib for a nap, and made lunch. I'm pooped.
Much ~ma going out to -t, Aimee, and everyone who needs it.
Throws all-purpose sparkly ~ma to the heavens...
I think I'll take a shower and go to Lowes and get some plants.
A funeral, AmyLiz? Eek.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling really crappy, and had to spend some time lying on the cool cool floor of my bathroom. No idea why. So when I woke up at a semi-decent hour, I looked at the clock, was surprised at the hour, and....rolled over and went back to sleep for several more hours.
Someone wanna give me motivation to do some cleaning and laundry this afternoon? I promise, I'll give it back for the evening, if you want it...
If you do your laundry, meara, I promise the next time I see Phil's WKFA I'll ask her what it was like to have love scenes with Gina Gershon.
It was my downstairs neighbor's funeral. She was 92, and lived a long, happy life.
had to spend some time lying on the cool cool floor of my bathroom
Was that where you were when you woke up?! You must be sore.
Sadly, I don't think I could stretch out on my bathroom floor. It would also have be cleaned first.
Was that where you were when you woke up?!
No, I spent maybe 30, 45 minutes there, then went back to bed. And god knows my bathroom floor could stand to be cleaned too, but I was more interested in the nice coolness of it than any mess. :)
I knew there was a reason why I keep all of my e-mails.
I just found the e-mail from my former employer telling me that my disability supplement would last for 29 months, which means it would end on July 10, 2005. I don't know what kind of recourse I have with them, but damn, I'm gonna make them feel SO badly for screwing me over like this.