Headache, headache...go away. Find some other head to slay. Tension, migraine...all are bad. When you are gone, I FEEL A LOT FUCKING BETTER!!!
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.
Emily, do you need hair advice? I can give hair advice.
My mother is unexpectedly on her way over. I should dress.
Aimee - did you ever get my email?
I don't think so. I go check.
Aimee - maybe if you went pee, your head would feel better.
27 minutes and I get to blow this pop stand!!!!!
Ha. Ha.
beth, no, I didn't get. Now, I shall pout.
I always wonder what guys who once headlined arena shows think when they get off the bus and see Elko as their next gig.
"Oh crap, it's come to THIS?"
In the world of invisible friends, I'm still skinny and lovely-haired.
Much of your beguilement is in your innate cool (which is formidable), your wit (again, way on the plus side of the scale), your fantastic dancing, your style and your all-around enjoyability. So even if you gained 20 pounds and got a bad perm, you'd still be hot shit.
Man, Hec knows how to work it!!!
Well my invisible friends...I'm off to watch the A's last home game. A meaningless match with the Angels, but the last baseball game of the year.
Have fun, Lexine! I envy you the beisbol.