'Never Leave 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.
Yay for Laura being back! Yay for Laura purchases! Yay! Yay! Yay!
I may have had too much something.
Actually. I'm bored. I'm out at my parents' waiting for my laundry to be done. I visited the fancy schmancy hotel and now want to have its babies. I went to the yarn store and now have a new project to start. Unfortunately, my crochet hook that I need is at home, so it will have to wait till later today. I should be working on one of my two papers that are due tomorrow, but I don't feel like it.
Congrats, Laura, the Adorndacks are wonderful.
We're closing in on a new thread. Should we hie ourselves to Bureau?
Jilli! I have a new lavender for you. It's gorgeous.
Ooh, nifty.
Called doc & made appointment. Discovered I can't review a certain document, as one of the other editors has it checked out. Have gotten fries. Now I just need to send off my resume.
Oh, forgot to mention, I had a very Bitches dream last night. I was in a big loft apartment I was staying in for a wedding and my roommate was James Marsters (interestingly, he was wearing a shirt and pants of my BF). A little kissing was had, but then he left and the dream turned into a long hunt for clothes to wear to the event, with much trying on and wandering around and losing shoes. The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc. Everything fit me perfectly. I was sad to wake up and find A) that none of the cool clothes actually exist, and B) that my subconscious had JM leave before I could get a little action.
A) that none of the cool clothes actually exist, and B) that my subconscious had JM leave before I could get a little action.
Clearly JM took the clothes with him when he left.
hyperventilates, just a little
I just sent off my resume for the open technical editor position on my old team. I am now having an attack of the omg omg what am i doing i'm not a real editor and they'll know that by looking at my resume omg omg omg fears.
flail, flail, flail
The woman who owed the dream-loft had clothes racks randomly placed around the place, almost like decorations, with a specific type of clothing on each--circle skirts on one, slinky long skirts on another, vintage jewelled cardigans on another, etc.
Clearly, the woman does not have cats.
Actually, I would love to do this if I had the right kind of space for it.
Jilli, according to your resume, you are a real editor.
Also, they've worked with you. If they thought you weren't a real editor, you'd know.
This: [link] is a lot like your new plant.