Damn, that's weird. I could swear I've read that someplace and Black Creek Crossing is the most recent book I'd read and thematically it fit. I'm not one to read poetry, so I'm sure that's not it. Stupid brain. Too much information goes in, not enough recall comes out.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
I've had it as my tagline for a while, so maybe that is why it sounds familiar?
That is from thessaly? I adore that poem.
Damn, bedtime on a Sunday night... I need to set some alarms soon.
That is from thessaly? I adore that poem.
Yup. She's brilliant.
Sleep well, Cass. I think it is bedtime for me too, after I finish my book.
You sleep well too, sj.
That poem isn't on thessaly's site. Bother.
Tomorrow's Monday again, isn't it?
Blech.
I am really afraid it is. Unless you are UnAm and already in the throes of Monday.
I just started to get cranky that my sleep meds weren't helping at all after more than half an hour. Then I realized I hadn't actually taken them. Sigh... Better late than never.
I'm wide awake. I slept in too late this morning, it's going to be a while before I'm sleepy at all.
I'm wide awake. I slept in too late this morning, it's going to be a while before I'm sleepy at all.
I could talk to you about asset classes, it seemed to work on Cass.
I'm thinking I might find some food and read the next few chapters of Harry Potter. At least my apartment has finally cooled down to a reasonable temperature.