Perfectly valid lifestyle choice. Where did my words go?
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 want Noggin. Well, okay, mostly I want to watch Daria.
Back when I wore glasses, I went as Daria for Halloween.
Life-tied-in-a-bow~ma for Susan. You could use a nicely wrapped gift like that!
Instead, sitting here being cranky.
I'm in. Except, Dave's brother and SiL are going to love you, so there's no reason for cranking about that.
Ever have one of those days where it starts out with something you've been waiting for for months, huzzah, and then for the rest of the day you get shit on from a great height and end up with blisters on your feet? Yeah, one of those.
And then you look at the news and think, oh my diamond shoes are far too tight, and you get over yourself. Almost. Give me another hour. And a beer.
I am so cranky. God. I paw at the keyboard ineffectively and blah.
Juggles glitter-covered geese to distract Nora from the cranky.
I want cable.
There's beer in the basement, but I'm not drinking much of it, and it's not even 10 am here.
Mostly, I wish I'd been able to go back to sleep, because I've got about five minutes before Lily wakes up, and I'm dogtired.
Daria on Noggin is mainly a TiVo thing. It's on at 3 a.m. Eastern.
OTOH, they tend to show videos instead of commercials between shows. "Don't Phunk With My Heart" was a popular one when I was catching up on Daria -- a rather strange game-show-themed video.
I think I had too much coffee this morning. I have a headache and I feel queasy.
I want cable.
I don't really want cable, but I do really want TiVo.
I have to work late tonight. Feh.
Trudy, thanks for passing on -t's message. I was wondering if the 2 year old cell phone number I had for her would work, but now I guess she'll be out here in CA and we might get to see her in person.
spider on my bed. argh. am retreating to end of. crap. no way to get it out, and it's now behind/beneath my bolster. crapcrapcrap. not small enough to deal with on my own. crap.