BuffyBot ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
Damn. I was hoping you were going to realize you made bathtub gin and then blacked it all out.
That's all I could think of that used juniper. And it certainly could cause memory loss.
Try the stick shift next time. '
That would be difficult with my automatic.
la la la la la there are no such thing as scorpions la la la la la
There is no Arizona. Sorry folks for the horror show. I'm doing ok, and planning to go to work tonight. There's lots of stuff I wish I could comment on, but between the neurotoxin and the benedryl coursing through my veins, I'm not quite as good at rememembering stuff.
Hugs and ~ma to them that needs it.
(totally nerdy mememe)
I'm all nervous now because, see, I met this guy at, of all places, a baby shower last weekend and we talked. And there weren't, like, major sparks or anything but he was HOT!T and seemingly single so I was a little interested. So I got his contact info from our friend who is going to be a dad, who is this guy's coworker. And I emailed him last week and he wrote back and I wrote back and now he asked me out to dinner. Like on a date. It's been about a million years since someone asked me out on a date. I'm a little bit in a panic. What happens if he likes/doesn't like me?! Or me him?! eeep.
Also, he may be a little preppy.
lisah, you're adorable. That's all I've got.
Oh, and HOW could he NOT like you? He'd be crazy!
Oh, and HOW could he NOT like you? He'd be crazy!
thanks! Man, there are so many crazy people out there then.
If this place doesn't exist...actually, it would explain a lot. Hec, babe, we both know I can do amazing things one handed...but nsm with the self-photography. No fair picking on the brain-damaged. Here's hoping he's not a punk-assed bitch, Lisah.
This is probably entirely the wrong thing to say, but that's a very cute panic, lisah.
lisah!!!! Hooray!!!
This is probably entirely the wrong thing to say, but that's a very cute panic, lisah
HAH! Not the wrong thing at all.
The salad is made, all of the veggies are chopped for the pasta primavera, and my apartment is cleaner and more organized than it has ever been. I have a couple hours before I have to actually start cooking. So, now I can take a long, hot shower and make myself look pretty. When did I become organized?