Not an apology in the world for this. It was so amazing! God it was so damn good...
I laid there and lit up a smoke. It was that good.
'The Girl in Question'
[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.
Not an apology in the world for this. It was so amazing! God it was so damn good...
I laid there and lit up a smoke. It was that good.
I adore their stuff. They big on the botanicals and pretty Earth-friendly.I think I am going to give it a try. It seems beneign enough for my skin. I don't really know what irritates it, just that much does. And I like bergamont.
Forgot to say, big congrats on the looking forward to work, Cass! That's so awesome to read.And so awesome to write, -t? There are not words...
Seanie!
I laid there and lit up a smoke. It was that good.I'm faux-smoking right now, AIFG...
Oh yeah, I had one of those candy cigarettes that puff twice.
One reason to like the A's this year (even as they suck):
The A's were rooting strongly for Danica Patrick in the Indianapolis 500; she's engaged to physical therapist Paul Hospenthal, who works with the team in Phoenix during spring training. "I'm very excited for her,'' said second baseman Mark Ellis, who spent the winter working with Hospenthal while recovering from a shoulder injury. ...
Oh we adored Danica. The fact that I loved the actual winner Dan Wheldon more was more of a ranking in my heart thing. It was amazing that she did so well.
Hey Cass! And everyone else! But I mention Cass by name because I haven't seen her here in awhile. Not that I'm not equally glad to be posting to all the rest of you, because I am.
(Um. Just got back from seeing Star Wars. Then had several lightsaber fights with wrapping paper rolls. Slightly hyper right now. Exclamation points are fun!)
Hey Hil! Haven't seen you in ages. How are you doing?
I saw Star Wars too. I subtitled it for the people I was with... With snark. It was fun.
How are you doing?
Pretty well. Had a barbecue yesterday, and went into NYC to see the ships today. Going back to DC tomorrow.
Also, getting annoyed at just about every clothing designer on the planet. (I need a dress to wear to a friend's wedding. I've gone to 12 stores, and found nothing that would be appropriate and fits.)
I subtitled it for the people I was with...
Like when the formerly bold Padme goes running into her ship declaring that C3P0 will protect her? "Don't worry! I have a big gay robot, I'll be fine."
Aww, I missed the fun injury conversation. Until the aforementioned boob burning, the stupidest thing I'd done was, when I was in a pissy mood, refuse my boyfriend's flashlight when I went to the bathroom when we were camping. As soon as I was out of sight (but not earshot) I fell over a grill. It was very loud and very spectacular. You've never seen such a fall. I had so many bruises I looked like I got hit by a truck, and tore my big toe open so good I've still got a scar.
Really, really hard to regain your dignity after that.