'Potential'
[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.
Happy Birthday, P-C!
I want to be able to fall asleep like I assume most of the population can.
Me, too. I'm trying to wean myself off of fake-o'dryll, since my allergies are fading with the end of summer. Unfortunately, that means my old nemesis, Stress Insomnia, has dropped by with a steamer trunk and no return ticket.
It's a tea birthday today? eta: Read more clearly, it is bilytea birthday where the actual billytea is located?
Yes, Option B.
September 13, is billytea's birthday, and in billytealand, it's already September 13.
Better Mondays (through chemicals?) for Nicole.
Does chocolate count? Mass quantities of chocolate?
asking me to come in to interview tomorrow.
Yay vw!! What are you going to wear?
Must've missed that today was billytea's birthday also. Happy Birthday, billytea!!
{{{Tep}}}
I started to type out a detailed account of my crap day and then got sick of hearing about it and deleted it. It's sad when my own life disgusts me. Heh.
Hey, I feel like the ghost of the Bitches! How is everyone? I'm subbing for the other English teacher, so I have access to a computer with NO FREAKING POP-UPS.
How is everyone?
How is everyone?
Blech.
Oh something funny, Leif showed me his lighthouse imitation. He rotates around with his hands flipping open and closed over his eys like peek-a-boo.
Hey Erin! How goes teaching?
Oof. Just got off the phone with a friend who is having marriage troubles. She has anger issues, and he has retaliated by spending every night over the last week or so going to strip clubs, getting wasted, and striking up a friendship with one of the strippers. Oy.
Leif showed me his lighthouse imitation. He rotates around with his hands flipping open and closed over his eyes like peek-a-boo.
Okay, THAT is adorable.
Today is one of those days where I wish I had my own little cave, stocked with booze and DVDs and a comfy couch/bed thing, so I could go hole up and not have to deal with anyone or anything. If there is a punching bag in said cave so I could work out the crankiness, so much the better.
Hangin' in there.
Today is one of those days where I wish I had my own little cave, stocked with booze and DVDs and a comfy couch/bed thing, so I could go hole up and not have to deal with anyone or anything. If there is a punching bag in said cave so I could work out the crankiness, so much the better.
Me. Yes, please. Cave.