'Out Of Gas'
[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.
Oh, Raq, that's just somethin'.
I just finished my pre-lab and watched videos of legos doing the mitosis, meiosis and fertilization processes. I'm much better suited to doing the sciencey stuff after a good night's sleep than when I'm exhausted in the evenings. It just makes so much more sense.
The "related stories" at the bottom of the page are snerk-worthy as well.
After having friends from Boston, that word is forever pronounced Wuh-stah in by head
Close. Look it up in the dictionary. And Worcesterhire has the same sound for the "Worcester" part, and the "shire" is "sh'r" (well, instead of the ' there's a schwa, but I can't type a schwa).
Hi, Anne! Seeing you reminded me that I had to respond to that unpleasant e-mailer. I just did. We'll see what kind of response I get, especially since I waited three days to respond. Hee!
Also, my spelling sucks, but in the weirdest way. I just spell-checked the e-mail before sending it off, and of course, there were errors. But, I managed to spell on of the words correctly once and incorrectly another time. I do that ALL the time. I wish my brain would just make up its mind.
that word is forever pronounced Wuh-stah in by head
Woo-stah-sher. So when I was at this wedding in Michigan, I ran into a friend who, it turns out, attended for one year the school in Brookline that a couple of my new teaching acquaintances are currently teaching at. I don't want to say it's a small world, but...
sj- how are things on the Dave job front?
I am at work. I really wish I weren't. I feel like total fucking ass, and I felt nauseous on the commute, so I didn't finish my coffee, so when I put it in my backpack side pocket and hustled out to catch my shuttle is splashed all down the back of my right pants leg, ass to ankle.
I need a coffee to go cup that closes completely. And I want to go home.
{{{Nora}}}
Team brackets assemble!
{{{Aimee}}}, {{{Laura}}}, {{{Cass}}}, {{{vw}}}, and {{{Nora}}}.
There needs to be a moritorium on Bitches stress and pain. Seriously.
Strews huggles and choccies everywhere for Bitches.
My pain is much less severe than others', I donate my brackets to those who are more deserving...