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The science was only science for science's sake.
Willow ,'The Killer In 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.
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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.
Also, I think we have to like this new boy. From sis's email:
He dresses up sometimes as a super hero and goes out to bars to drink.
And
His birthday was a couple of weeks ago. I got him a liquid silver unitard. I freaked out after I bought it and thought that I had made the stupidest mistake ever. You don't buy a new boyfriend a unitard for his birthday. You just don't. He flipped out when he opened it. Did a little dance. Ran to his room and put it on and wore it around his party until he got too hot and took it off. I was so damn relieved.
He also drinks Irish whiskey. Granted I do the scotch, but I've been known to do the good stuff when our neighbor brings it over.
A silver unitard is a bold move, for both parties.