'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
I don't know if it's a third, but yesterday definitely felt like a good day for spontaneous combustion. Two fires on the way into work, one at lunch, and then the big one that precipitated my three hour commute home.
You could feel it in the wind. Even before the huge plumes of smoke were taking over the sky, it felt like fire in the wind.
But by Halloween, it will be liveable, right?
No lower than 60, and sunny, right?
HAH!
Hee!!!
(You're so funny....)
37 degrees here this morning. Nice and chilly.
Ooooh. Nice.
It's lovely and clear. I just went out and had a smoke.
97 in L.A.? Jesus Lord.
It's so QUIET with the freshmen gone! It's GREAT.
It's so QUIET with the freshmen gone! It's GREAT.
What did you do with your freshmen?!?
It has been gorgeous and cool here, low 50s. I walked home from Serenity last night at 10pm without a jacket. The clouds with rain and the sun have been battling all morning for supremacy. I hope the sun wins out.
It's gorgeous here too, but I think it might rain later.
For the mommy Bitches -- "Lullabub" turns cribs into rockers. Looks like Robocop to me.
It is WINDY here, and it's supposed to get worse.
That's a good enough excuse to cancel my doctor's appointment for this afternoon, right? I just don't feel like going out in this weather.
Oh, I love the wind.
So windy!
Hm. I'm sort of losing it here, which is particularly bad since "here" is work. Can't finish my homework. Feeling really unsure about going to this wedding this weekend -- despite my being very happy for the couple and hoping they're very happy together, I'm a little worried that watching my last boyfriend get married may have me bursting out in tears over my never-going-to-date-againness. Which would just be embarrassing and cliched.