"Just because you cut somebody up in a bar don't make you a surgeon,bunk." (/David Simon likes carrots)
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Allyson, I had to ask my parents for money when I was 29 (?) with a law degree hanging on my wall. I was working supposedly high paying temp jobs until library school started. I thought I was doing just fine, but not paying enough attention. I broke my ankle, which meant I couldn't work, and the temp jobs meant no real health insurance, and I found out just fine doesn't always cover what it should.
It happens.
Poor Beastie!
Perkins, YOU ARE NOT YOU KNOW WHAT-ING!!
I walked out of work after I finished teaching this afternoon. I polled the students, and they all assured me they were leaving for the weekend, so I figured why wait around when no one will be asking questions. I should go to the gym, but I'm liking the idea of cooking a real dinner.
I hope the Beast does better, Jilli.
Allyson, it's nice to have you in Bitches. Help yourself to the comfy chair.
I am so, Sparky.
Also, I'm going home now. Yay! I'll post stuff about the gifts for -t soon after I get there.
Plei, insent.
I am so, Sparky.
NotNotNotNotNotNotNotNotNotNotNotNotNot.
I heard a rumor that you SUCK. Is it true?
Yay! I'll post stuff about the gifts for -t soon after I get there.
In case I forgot to mention it earlier, I want to donate to that.
Jilli, want to co-ordinate with me, and we can send one package to Perkins for -t?
Susan, goes for you, too. I'm wanting to mail something out early next week, giving me the weekend to find more little nifties (soaps, etc) for her.
Sounds great. I'm time and money-crunched enough that my contribution might be something like "small Target gift card," though I'm hoping to make a batch of jam over the weekend.
That sounds good, Plei.