'The Killer In Me'
[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.
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.
Really, really hard to regain your dignity after that.
I was injured by a bagel. I think you get to keep your dignity.
I was injured by a bagel. I think you get to keep your dignity.
Wow. Well, you can borrow it sometimes if you want, Hil.
What should I say to a disabled friend going back into eating-disorder treatment? "Hey, babe, bummer if you died," doesn't seem quite "it", somehow, even with my playful urge toward the vernacular and whatnot.
My last BPAL order
What is BPAL?
Anybody want a baby? Mal decided last night to wake up every two hours, starting at 1 am. By 6 am he was squawking and gritching so loudly I had to bring him downstairs so that the DH, who is control officer for several congressmen in town, could get any sleep. And I can't nap today, so yay, back to life on 4 hours of sleep.