gah, something in my soup has attached itself to the back of my throat and it is bugging me to no end. Prolly an onion bit or zucchini seed or something.
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Grace was drinking A LOT then, which is proof alcohol is worse than acid.
Did you know she's gone completely white-gray in recent years?
You'd think so. Yeah. I'm celebrating Wednesday.
Sorry, but seeing the double-post turn up when it did made me laugh and laugh. I half expected to see a post between them with "Hic!" in it.
I'm not annoyed. I'm deadpan. Completely different vibe...laconic with a left turn into snarky, from the Greek for butthead.
SHIT! I told Christopher my appointment was at 1:30. It's at 1:00. I'm so going to be late. SHITSHITSHIT.
I shall never be a music-ista. I like corporate rock. Lots of people like corporate rock. Meta very rarely pings me at all. I think I'll play CyberPunk and wallow in Billy's voice at what I think is its finest.
edit: You can't take the bombast from me.
You can't take the bombast from me.
Nor would we try.
That's one of those phrases that always indicates that the phrase/question/sentence that immediately follows WILL be offensive. Much like "I'm not a racist, BUT...."Oh! Friday we had a company lunch and five of us carpooled over to the restaurant. This phrase was uttered by every single person who wasn't me. I think my lip was bleeding from the biting.
He told me of a radical new weight loss plan. I should skip breakfast.You know what also works? Speed.
My much-beloved Uncle Bill used to tell us to go ahead and ask for anything we wanted, as long as we could take No for an answer. It's really quite amazing how well this works.This is brilliant advice!
I'm not annoyed. I'm deadpan. Completely different vibe...laconic with a left turn into snarky, from the Greek for butthead.Love. erika. madly.
Huh. Where's my motivation?
Arrrrgh, Cash!
Yesterday I read a Dr. Who fic, in which Rose couldn't sleep in her own room (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) because of a disembodied voice singing to her from the walls. The Doctor explain that it was just Bob, a non-corporeal being who somehow got stuck in the TARDIS, and was quite harmless.
Just had a conversation with the bob.
My first thought upon reading this was, "What was Deena doing on the TARDIS?" Incidentally, no woman should ever listen to any man (except maybe Richard Simmons, but he doesn't really count, does he?) about the best way to lose weight, not even if the man is a doctor. Only fat women ever have useful advice on weight loss.
You know, some people swear by smoking as a way to not gain weight.
In other news, I'm ten days away from being much older than I feel. How did that happen?