Sleep now... Tell us about it later.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
Damn, I wish I could take my own advice and sleep now.
You people should go to sleep.
Cass, I applaud your Portland moving plans. I'd go there if I were footloose and fancy free. I would've gone to New Orleans but it's all gone now. Has everybody seen the plans for reconstruction? It's slated to be a quarter of its previous population - in short, black neighborhoods like the Ninth Ward will not be rebuilt. All that will be left will be Disney New Orleans. Feh.
Back from Dark Sparkle where people were beautiful and danced well and had cool retro/goth/glam styles working for them. And, of course, we were also adding to the general store of beautitude.
We walked Juliana home and watched one beefy guy on the street hug her ("I did tequila shots with him last night" she explained) and then heard her serenaded from the bar across the street: "Ju-LI-ahhhh-na, Ju-LI-Ahhhhh-na!").
"How long have you been here, again?" we asked
"Three weeks."
Juliana and SF are my new OTP.
Juliana and SF are my new OTP.Mine too! They are obviously perfect for each other.
I applaud your Portland moving plans. I'd go there if I were footloose and fancy free.Thanks. What appeals to you (iffen you were the afore mentioned footloose and fancyfree) about the city? Now that I am telling people about my moving plans, I am greedy to hear other's take on it.
Oh, and important things taken into consideration, there are four Trader Joe's in the city. And there is a huge farmer's market there. A girl has to have her standards after all.
Juliana and SF are my new OTP.
Juliana then proceeded to eat pasta, was irritated by the reggae music blaring at the bar beneath her, wandered down, got a cheap drink, and then wandered Grant and ended up drinking after hours (waaaaay after hours, looking at the time) at Grant & Green. Whereupon I have an offer to start hosting or working door at Centerfolds, just up Broadway (yes, that's a strip club). I fucking love this nabe.
Which is not to say that I didn't feel bad for punking out on JZ & Hec, which I did. I apparently needed more food. Althoug, if I had not been irritated by the crap reggae I might have just gone to sleep. It was crap, though, and an annoyed juliana does not sleep well.
Le sigh. Russian woman will not be coming to our games night after all. She caught up with her ex-boyfriend, and they're giving it another go. Ah well.
But, I do have a reply from another woman (the one who's never met anyone over the internet before.)
How lucky is that woman that the first person she's going to meet by internet is you, billytea?
I'm sorry to hear about your divorce, and glad in the sense that since it was happening anyhow, it's going to be over with, soon. Peace to you and Bec.
Cass, Oregon is near the top of my "I want to go there" list. I'm not even sure why. I don't know much about it. I don't know anyone there. It's just a place-name I hear and think, "Someday." Good for you for taking the plunge. It's great to hear Pamela's doing so well. I hope her husband recovers quickly and easily from his surgery.
sj, I'm sorry your work situation is not good.
How lucky is that woman that the first person she's going to meet by internet is you, billytea?
Yeah, in all seriousness this is the sort of thing I think I manage well. I can be very accepting.
I'm sorry to hear about your divorce, and glad in the sense that since it was happening anyhow, it's going to be over with, soon. Peace to you and Bec.
Yeah. It's cast something of a pall over the whole week, but it's an old pain, and it's brought its friend reminiscence along so it's not a total killjoy.
We got married at my parents' house. When Bec was coming up the stairs, my nephew (then 4) said "She looks like a princess!" She really did. And now she's everything I saw in her the day we met but that she could never believe in for herself. I feel privileged.
t toasts Bec, quietly