Buffy ,'Chosen'
[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.
It's massively thunderstorming here - really cool!
We had a nice one last night. So loud it woke me up around 1 a.m. I'm not one of those bothered by storms, I love them, but I think my subconscious was waiting for it so I would wake up and go unplug the computer.
Poor Ginger. I hope you get better, stat. Stomach ailments are the worst. The fever on top of it is just not right.
I also really want lunch now. But I don't know what I want. And, yes, TheWhatIWantForLunch and the WhatIHadForLunch conversations are typically Natterific but I'm not over there today.
Today, I ate a banana. And I started to eat a Ginger Molasses cookie, but it was tickling my throat. I have no appetite. I think it is the cold/allergies, because that is *highly* unusual, for me.
I stopped for an iced latte, because I'm having an insomnia week, and I am Gronk, then I went home for a sandwich made with cheese bread, baked chicken, lettuce, and cucumber and tomato slices.
It was okay. I'm kinda sinus-y this week, so not tasting food very well.
Some interesting local animal news for billytea.
Good lord now I am even hungrier.
And have pissed off JackAssDave.
Tummy is growling for the flesh of my enemies or maybe just Mexican.
Patagonian Cavy's sound cool. Rodent or not.
Patagonian Cavy's sound cool. Rodent or not.
Yeah. But I don't think they're really sure what it is. It could just be a wallaby or something. I wonder how it got to Springfield.
Good lord now I am even hungrier.
Sorry about that, I thought you were heading for lunch and needed inspiration.
Tummy is growling for the flesh of my enemies or maybe just Mexican.
Jar of salsa, sharp knife, you can have both.
You could marinade and gill the flesh of your enemies and have fajitas.
I am all caught up here and in livejournal and in e-mail. I might actually have to do some work. That's no good.