Excellent hair, Steph. I have an appointment on Saturday morning, and it can't come soon enough.
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
Cereal:
-t, the Guinea Pig is made of pomegranate juice, a splash of lime, vodka, and seltzer with lime. Basically, whatever was handy. Dubbed by me handing one to Sam and shouting "Guinea Pig! Guinea Pig!".
The Destroyer sounds pretty good.
Ok. Beach now. (I am very naughty, I should most absolutely be packing.)
Deena, could you jump on AIM?
Besides, my place is pretty trashed right now.
He's probably not interested in your housekeeping skills. IJS.
Steph, your pictures were terrific, even with the whole cold thing. Which I hope disappears soon.
And dinosaurs. Dude. BT, I think you should email her and ask about the chances of a sudden, but inevitable betrayal. If she picks up on it, you're either made for one another or she needs to drop by b.org. Possibly both.
The Guinea Pig sounds good! I just read a recipe yesterday (in some fashion magazine featuring a spread on fruity summer drinks) that was pomegranate juice- and vodka-based. Yum.
the shorter my hair, the larger my eyes seem
This is a common effect. But it helps to have pretty eyes to start with. (see, Cashmere)
He's probably not interested in your housekeeping skills. IJS.
True. Also, I think I just kinda want to be in control of when I come and go, you know. I don't want to be a hostess.
Bleargh. It's academic at this point, I think. This is two nights ina row he's waked me, drunk-dialing, and I'm gonna have to put my foot down.
Must get mail now. This is the hardest task of my day...and it takes 5 minutes.
Tep, I lurve the hair.
Hec, your friend and his famous girlfriend are doing well at this whole card-shark thing: [link]
(Use bugmenot)
Mmm, pomegranate juice. That does sound good.
I find myself really wanting a drink lately. I'm really looking forward to the traditional mimosas of Breakfast at Wimbledon this weekend.
I also started bemoaning how the work week is just too damn long on Tuesday morning. These could be related in some way.
(eta: Erin, I think you have my job. Only my office mate gets the mail, I just cover her phones while she's gone)
True. Also, I think I just kinda want to be in control of when I come and go, you know. I don't want to be a hostess.
This is a good point--throwing someone out afterwards is probably not as easy as it sounds.