hooray for crushes!
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
hooray for crushes!
Coming home a wee bit pissed from his place at four in the morning still counts as a crush, right? Or have I just ruined everything? Argh, I'm not good at this relationships thing.
Well, pissed in Brit-speak being a tad different than the way the Colonials use it, I'd say it's still a crush for you. If I had said it, he'd be lucky to get away with only a mild case of ptomaine.
I need sleep, to make up for the sleep deficit that started on Wednesday
Rest well, my pretty WindSparrow. We have tomorrow.
too hurty. took scads of vitaminy-minerally things, maybe they will help.
Who the hell is Dane Cook? I'm watching SNL for the first time in forever and I have no idea who the host is. But his opening stand-up routine is pretty funny. And that never happens, it's pretty much an automatic fast forward.
ETA: never heard of the musical guest either. Now who's old and decrepit?
Brenda! I JUST IMd those very questions to Hil an Abi!
I have been assured, by they with a good decade less than we, that they've never heard of Dane Cook either and James Blunt had that one song a year ago.
Who the hell is Dane Cook?
No clue!
Owen is so pretty!
Dude. I just ran into one of my college roomies at TJs. She and her boyfriend were ahead of us in line. Given that she was from NYC, this is something of a shock (though her aunt lives out here, and was my Spanish teacher in grade 11). It's funny, because she's TOTALLY the most memorable of my roomies, and the one I owe the most to as a person, because she's the lady who got me hooked on MAC.
The funniest part was that we were both doing two-part shopping. TJs was our second stop, with our first being a Thriftway across town from it. TJs was their first stop, and they were on their way to the same Thriftway we'd just left.
So, James Blunt. Boooring singer. And he looks like he's fucking psycho. Seriously, if I was in a bar and met this guy, I'd be keeping an eye out when I left.
I might suggest some shampoo before a national television gig. And then keep an eye on him.