Cordelia ,'Storyteller'
[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.
Great pictures, Jessica! I especially like the group shot and the napping pic. Looks like a great time! Vibing that Eric has a home when gets home.
Gris, my sis used to live in Tupelo, a few years back. Small world.
Finally got her to answer her cell and she has a large group of people staying with her, riding the storm out. She says flooding is the biggest problem right now. I'm just glad she's surrounded by folks to keep her sane.
I'm pretty sure we're still friends.
Only time and research will tell.
pppppbbbbbbllllllltttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!
The science was only science for science's sake.
She blinded me with sciiiiiiience
She blinded me with SCIENCE
The going blind thing? Only a myth.
The going blind thing? Only a myth.
Unless you're going about it very oddly.
The going blind thing? Only a myth.
Of course. So is the 'hairy palms' thing.
The fact that I can polish my coke-bottle glasses without using a cloth is IMMATERIAL.
Gris, my sis used to live in Tupelo, a few years back. Small world.
It's sad that I'm tempted to ask her name, how old her kids are, and whether i knew them, isn't it?
Town small, but not likely THAT small, though I tend to think of it as such. Unless they went to First Methodist Church, and were there when I was in high school. But I can't really think of anybody I know who moved to Corinth, so it seems unlikely.
Ah well. Brain making no sense. Bed time. 'Night my Bitches (Spike can't have you, I claim you for my own!)
In other good news, I got an email from my sister, who has actually been pretty good about communicating lately. She's all smitten with a boy. She's working so hard and making her struggling artist thing work without compromising.
So. Damn. Proud.
Unless you're going about it very oddly.I don't know how Trudy does it, but I am still fully sighted and smooth palmed. Though I think I freaked my friend out with the hott boy on boy talk.
'Night my Bitches (Spike can't have you, I claim you for my own!)All the Bitches are belong to Gris?
So. Damn. Proud.As well you should be. That is great.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Kohl's commercial just played that song. Poetry in motion...
I can never ever ever shop there. Or ship there as I first typed.