Hey!
YOu said that!
So...whaddya gonna wear? Who asked?
Deets!
[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.
Hey!
YOu said that!
So...whaddya gonna wear? Who asked?
Deets!
Plus -- dude, I flushed half of my GLASSES down the TOILET
Dude. I am in awe.
At least it was my own pee. Still, gross.
Yeah, you really dodged a bullet there.
I had to deal with more wanna-get-divorced can't-get-divorced shit today, and it made me sad and cranky. D. is getting past the denial and hitting the petty lashing out stage, and it's really not fun. Sigh.
I'm sorry, Kristin. I understand how he feels, and he'll get past it, but I know that doesn't help much right now.
I was just asked out for the first time in...oy...3 years. I may have forgotten how this works. What, exactly does one do?
Do you like them? If so, I usually recommend saying yes. Oh, and have you seriously left them hanging while asking our advice? Bad Beej! Go! Accept!
In other, non-pee related news, BeneFit is having a big sale. Some items they are discontinuing, but some good stuff too.
In other, non-pee related news
I imagine this as a separate segment in the Canine News Network. A short segment, of course.
BeneFit is having a big sale
Has anyone tried depth charge?
No. No. I already accepted.
I'm so not of the smooth that I tend to say things like...'Oh, I'm so glad you called. I was actually trying to figure out how I could be in touch with you.
He said something like,"Okay. Well that's the hard part over for me."
M: "No. There should be no hard parts. Let's just have fun."
Then, we realized that we are both busy on the same days and chose Thursday evening. He offered to come to me, since I am Metro-based. I suggested Thai food in my neighborhood (we can walk). "I'd like to introduce you to the neighborhood." (He doesn't like spicy food, which could be a bad portend...it has been an unfortunate sign in the past...I tend to attract fellas with gastro problems. It's a thing.)
He's part of my Meetup group. He came to my house yesterday for an RPG set up meeting. I cooked. He met Bartleby. We scarsely spoke. But there was something. I know not what.
I'm pretty much too old forover the crazy pursuit stage of my life. So I wasnt' salivating or anything.
And...um...I really don't know much about him except that he has an interesting job...is kinda attractive...seems fairly normal.
Nope, but I was eyeballing that, too.
Also, I think I'm going to buy the Realness of Concealness kit.
Erin, wow. That's like...gifted. Wow.
Beej, I like my ex very much. Love him, in fact. It would be easier if I didn't.
M: "No. There should be no hard parts. Let's just have fun."
I'd make a comment here about hard parts and having fun, but hey. That's why we have Trudy.
Kristin, I would be happy for my giftedness to take some other form.
Like, say, shooting hundred dollar bills out of my butt. There's a skill. Gross, but profitable.
(Now I'm thinking of the potential drawbacks. Paper cuts are first on that list.)