Riley ,'Sleeper'
[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 love trains. I guess if Leif's getting one I know I'm getting the right present.
We all went to the Sight Center Christmas Party and Kara and Aidan sat on Santa's lap. Kara told him she wants the Dora Talking Dollhouse (so of course she's getting it. Santa would never let her down). [link]
Awwww! So sweet!
Okay. I couldn't remember your address, but I got a Christmas card from a very old friend of mine, with a picture of her baby on it. I'd forgotten they'd moved to your city. When I saw the return address, I just wondered.
Wow, it really is cold. I didn't think to check until you guys were talking, but 18 degrees BRR.
Wonder what happened to my scarf?
My ForecastFox has turned from a sun into a frozen thermometer.
Poor Bastet. The tables are so piled with mail and school books that she has nowhere to walk without knocking things over. She is not a happy camper.
Still recovering from Night o' Nausea...No alcohol or weird food...I think my mother's germ got bounced by my stomach. I guess it's worth it if I don't catch anything else, but I think "weak stomach" might need to be replaced by "You-know-what"...Voldemort style, lest I invoke it. Jeez...why does that happen in the small hours? So tiring.
After the holidays, I want to work on getting to know more people in Salem. I think that getting more involved at the Peabody Essex Museum might help, and... er... bah.
Nora, the work and school thing? Keeping you pretty busy.
I know, I'll apply for this job out in Salem, and then you guys can put me up! Hey, how much more involved in the community can you get than living with a teacher, right?
ForecastFox has turned from a sun into a frozen thermometer.
Ruh-oh.
Sorry about the ick, erika.