Thanks for all the Birtday wishes!
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Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Thanks for all the Birtday wishes!
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Thanks, Plei. I saw Allyson use it earlier and then when you used it, I had to find out what it was. I'm afraid it's totally outside my radar, musically. I'm pretty much a top 40 listener on the radio. At home, it's a mix of jazz, blues, soundtracks and world music.
Panicking. Crazy week ahead. Too much stuff. All must be done.
Hee. I love things with -core added to them. Even in a completely non-punk context. It's just fun.
I freely and happily admit that I have no time for dating or really any kind of with-friends-spending time. I do wish that didn't preclude sex-having, though.
I am SO with Emily right now, it's not even funny. I don't have TIME to start a relationship and go on dates and have a crush and shit. Unless I was crushing on someone at work. Which, bad idea, and ew, given the options. But getting some on a regular basis (and not just on a "you've flown to Minnesota" basis) would be so nice...
When I listened to the radio, it was pretty much NPR, but they started to suck a lot in recent years, so it's CDs in the car for me. It's the only way I ever remember to listen to anything.
At home, I don't actually listen to much music these days. I own a lot of music, but owning and using are not, it turns out, the same thing.
My public transportation commute to work is an hour each way, so I do a lot of iPoding. Often I connect my iPod to a set of computer speakers at work. So now I'm listening to a shitload of music.
I thought I had a lot of albums in college, but now I have about four times as much.
{{{Teppy}}} - but seriously, a guy who has never heard of Tim Drake is so obviously NOT the right guy.
And in other words -- Happy Birthday to Trudy and Cara in the last five minutes of their day (central time.)
My life is stresscore right now. Stress, only loud, hard, and fast.
I'm afraid my life will be stresscore tomorrow, my first day back from vacation. I'm been told there is a small mountain of stuff on my desk, and then there's the thrill of finding out what my boss f*cked up for me while I was gone.
I should probably go to bed.
Damn, Steph, I'm really sorry.