Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
[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.
Sorry. Didn't mean to be insensitive.
Doll, you're not. All good. I like making you bounce. ;)
Morning, all. Again, thanks for the ~ma.
I'm sorry about the job sitch, Anne.
I hate being so misanthropic, but really, people as a whole. They suck!
They do, indeed.
morning, juliana. How are you doing today?
I'm here. I'm maintaining, for the moment. Thanks, sweetie.
My maintainingness has been helped immeasurably by this song being called to my attention. It is Teh Funny.
I hate being so misanthropic, but really, people as a whole. They suck!
I used this exact argument for why I could look at the casts of the bodies from Pompei and not freak out.
t /callous
juliana, that song is KILLING ME DED.
Still thinking good, healing thoughts for you and Z, and will do so for as long as you need them. It's just... damn. The two of you already went through the trauma of love and falling-apart and the sundering of the bond between you, and yet something pulled you back together and healed it and brought it back to life. He has to know how strange and improbable that is, what a gift it is and what a gift you are. I'm vibing so hard for him to pull himself out of whatever is sinking that part of him, and remember the immeasurable value of you.
There are spare couches, tea and tissues and sympathy, and theater communities aplenty in San Francisco waiting to receive you if you need them, but we all hope you never do.
How much do I love "Pop Goes Cthulhu"? Thiiiis much.
Very pretty shiny bouncy new hair, vw. And good for you for being at work.
Ease-ma for Anne's hip, and also good news from the world of careers--the perfect job with a stimulating but not overpowering amount of stress and challenge, with a salary more than commensurate to her talent.
More hugs and coping vibes to juliana.
And Nora, my world would be a much more pleasant place without the asshats in it.
So because of things popping up at work, I missed my first class yesterday. Which was too bad, because we'd taken a test on Tuesday, but okay. Last night I went to look up what homework is due this coming Tuesday... and it turns out we had homework due yesterday. Ooops.
But... we never have homework due on Thursday! And he didn't say anything on Tuesday! I can't be the only one who didn't do it, right?
I am trying to decide if I want to admit I am awake enough to get out of my nice warm bed to make coffee.
It's a wee bit of a dilemma.
Gronk.
Owen got up at 3:30 a.m. And DID NOT go back to sleep. I couldn't manage to get to sleep until after 12:30 last night so I ended up getting up with him on less than 3 hours of sleep. DH got to bed after me but I woke him up at 6 a.m. to give me a respite.
HE SNAPPED AT ME. He's lucky he still lives. He let me sleep from 6-9 at which point I woke up, got O dressed and dragged him out in the craptastic rain to the toddler play group I found this week.
I will not miss this week. The weekend HAS to be better.