awwww. Now I feel all content, and I have to ruin it by going to class. Not that I don't like this class. I do. It's great and I love the folks in it. But, awww.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Never met anyone over the internet before? Where has she BEEN?
Beijing! She worked there for a few years, though she did high school in Melbourne. I know what you mean, it's like Allyson said, "I don't know who those people are, they must not have the internet."
Meamwhile, in the best evidence yet that things are not right in my head this week, I just bought some muesli bars for workplace hungries, paid for them, and then left them sitting on the counter. In my defence, the attendant was trying to talk to me about stuff and I am not friends with The People right now. Happened to me last night too. Stoopid People. Stoopid Miss Manners, who won't acknowledge that it's perfectly ok to tell total strangers to leave me the hell alone. I know how to say "Don't touch me" in Arabic, by now I should be able to beam it directly into people's brains.
Or maybe I can, my performance appraisal this week notes that other people in the office find me "aloof". Remedial action is needed, my goal this year is to get it upgraded to "haughty".
Or maybe I can, my performance appraisal this week notes that other people in the office find me "aloof". Remedial action is needed, my goal this year is to get it upgraded to "haughty".
Hmm. Last year I was told I am "brusque". I'm not sure what this year will turn up with...
I know how to say "Don't touch me" in Arabic
All the more reason for you to visit Fay in Egypt! All I learned while there was "no thank you" and "in your dreams"...
Hmm. Last year I was told I am "brusque". I'm not sure what this year will turn up with...
Go for "curmudgeonly". Actually, go through all the adjectives you get given and score them like in Scrabble. Each year, try to beat your old score! The holy grails? "Exquisite" and "quizzical".
All the more reason for you to visit Fay in Egypt! All I learned while there was "no thank you" and "in your dreams"...
See, I learned the "don't touch me" thing for the trip to Egypt. I also learned that the Arabic for banana is "Moz", which is great because at the time there was a guy at work called Moz. I wonder if "U Can't Touch This" would translate into Arabic as "Don't Touch Me".
Can you believe I forgot my grocery shopping?
"I don't know who those people are, they must not have the internet."
Hah! Oh, that was one of my favorite moments on the internets, thanks for the reminder.
Brusque! I've gotten brusque before. Also "intimidating." To which I will quote the happy bunny - "I'm not mean, you're just a pussy."
I can top that. I used to get introduced to people as "totally smart, but a real bitch." And now it's true.
Ooh, intimidating! I don't THINK I'll get that one. I like the scrabble idea. :) As for brusque, well, I prefer to think of it as "not dilly-dallying around the point".
So, I was bored the other day and browsing gay.com personals (I know, lame much? (or alternately for the boys, lamé much?)) and saw this cutie girl. But I'm not willing to spend $10 to get "premium" access just so I can contact the one girl...
...so I put a craigslist ad saying I'd buy her coffee with the $10 I'd save if she answers the craigslist ad instead.
Is that so wrong?
I've been alternately called "stuck up" and "too nosy." I think there's a magic 8 ball out there for these terms, because they never reflect reality.
...so I put a craigslist ad saying I'd buy her coffee with the $10 I'd save if she answers the craigslist ad instead.Not wrong, darling. And even more darling if she contacts you. You'll have the meet cutest story of them all.
(And truth be told - *I* can't wait for the American Girl store to open in April!)
I still haven't gotten to the American Girl store in NY.
I was about 8 when they first started selling American Girl stuff, and totally fell in love with it the first time I saw the catalog. I got the Samantha doll for, I think, my ninth birthday (or maybe my tenth -- it took awhile for my mom to convince my dad that it was OK to spend that much on a doll), and the next bunch of birthdays and Chanukahs, I got pretty much every accessory they had then, including the desk, bed, and trunk. All that stuff is still in my parents' basement, and after all the time I spent playing with it, only one thing ever broke.