I'm so evil and... skanky. And I think I'm kinda gay.

Willow ,'Storyteller'


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.


Nora Deirdre - Jul 06, 2005 3:57:50 am PDT #8670 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

and his recently purchased week's worth of mustaches,

OMG, this phrase made me laugh this morning.

Kodakgalleries is being poopy and not loading up for me.

It is pouring crazy rain. And Tom is not in 128 gridlock! lalala, 10 minute commute for him.

Hooray for Windsparrow job! You're in group home aid related work, right? That is a job that is in high demand (and good pay) EVERYWHERE.


DCJensen - Jul 06, 2005 4:01:08 am PDT #8671 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

You're in group home aid related work, right? That is a job that is in high demand
(and good pay) EVERYWHERE.

I think they are very underpaid in Arizona and Minnesota, IMHO.


DCJensen - Jul 06, 2005 4:04:28 am PDT #8672 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

I have Harvey cat perched on my shoulder, purring and demanding attention. It's interesting to have cats again, especially since the invention of Claritin.

Uh-oh, he's going for my empty plate that had two thick slices of canadian bacon. Down Harvey!

Well, I have to get ready for work, anyway.


Nora Deirdre - Jul 06, 2005 4:04:35 am PDT #8673 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

that sucks. My mom (an RN /supervisor/manager type) did a stint managing some group homes in CT and she was always nagging me to go into it.


-t - Jul 06, 2005 4:07:01 am PDT #8674 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Thanks for trying, Cindy. Those butterflies flapping their wings here and there can't help with the precision storming.

Apparently, that loud bang I heard in the night was a limb breaking off the tree in my front yard. Luckily, it didn't hit anything but grass. This is one of the days I'm glad I don't have to deal with the clean up and maintenance myself. Only a couple of stoplights out on my drive in, so that was nice.


P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2005 4:07:35 am PDT #8675 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

But, see, what I'd want is to look like Scully. Only what would actually happen is that I'd look like Carrot Top.

GA is a natural blonde (though of the dark variety), while Mr. Top is a natural redhead.

You're more likely to wind up Scully than Carrot.

I'm basing my rec on a lovely girl I went to college with. She had the same natural coloring as you.


Fay - Jul 06, 2005 4:10:41 am PDT #8676 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

You're more likely to wind up Scully than Carrot

Ooooh.

is thoughtful


brenda m - Jul 06, 2005 4:12:50 am PDT #8677 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I can totally see you with dark red Scully-hair, Fay.


vw bug - Jul 06, 2005 4:14:00 am PDT #8678 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Timelies!

I can let you all know that Emily's hair looks even better in person, if that's possible.

Yay for Andi's new job! That's fantastic!

I've got lots to do today. Therapy at noon, work at 1. But, I'd also like to get to the hospital early so I can do the paperwork for MassHealth. I really want to get this ball rolling. I'm hoping I have everything I need and that the people are more helpful than they've been in the past. If they're not? I'm gonna let them deal with my shrink. That'll be no fun for them!


billytea - Jul 06, 2005 4:22:24 am PDT #8679 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Well. My current internet dating scorecard:

Number of emails sent out - 32
Number that have fizzled so far - 12
Number I'm still waiting on - 16
Number of positive replies - 4
Number of speed dating evenings signed up for next week - 2

So you know how people go in for fertility treatment, and they're implanted with multiple fertilised eggs because most likely won't implant, but a few wind up having six kids or something? I'm feeling a bit that way.

Oh, BTW, does anyone have any thoughts on a little puzzle? There's a statement, "She peered inside the small wooden box and saw a wonder before her eyes; a dark stormy sea and shipwreck with few survivors. Then the sky opened up....." It has something to do with surrealism, but I can't work out what. Does it remind anyone of anything?