My lunch is over in exactly one minute, but I wanted to pop in to say Happy Birthday P-C.
Also, it's really odd to tell someone you don't speak Spanish... in fairly decent Spanish.
[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.
My lunch is over in exactly one minute, but I wanted to pop in to say Happy Birthday P-C.
Also, it's really odd to tell someone you don't speak Spanish... in fairly decent Spanish.
So vw, are you home?
Perkins, the mystery package is probably from me.
Ah! Thanks.
Perkins is a meanie.
Well, if she wants to be that way, I'll just collect and keep her birthday presents for myself this weekend.
NO.
That rule only applies if you are in NZ. Besides, I already have my present from you, and I'm not giving it back.
Oh, Hec, did you ever guess your online life would involve talking so many women off ledges and out of caves?
So vw, are you home?
I am now. I ran and got the movie and our dry cleaning. Do you need something?
Was it here that I first used the word "stresscore?"
Because, indeed, today has been stresscore. And it all started with the most disturbing dream I've ever had in my life.
OMG make the stupid STOP.
I fucked something up with my databse import script and FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX IT and I am irrationally upset at myself right now. I wish I could, like, take shit in stride and not FUCKING BREAK DOWN when I fuck up seemingly irretrivably.
I mean I'm just sitting here hating my stupid sorry ass self.