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.
Fred ,'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
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.
Thanks...totally sucks. Why can't I just be sensitive to yellow or something? But I'm gonna live.
Any sign of a Hil anywhere around for one last glorious flail of help-I-don't-get-algebra?
A couple hours later, but do you still need help?
A couple hours later, but do you still need help?
She's in the shower, but should be back in a minute.
Timelies, again!
May I get a drum roll?????
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