I'm all cranky. Kwistin, when you come back sorry 'bout that.
I should eat somthing substantive. I've been saying that for an hour. Feh.
'Bushwhacked'
[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'm all cranky. Kwistin, when you come back sorry 'bout that.
I should eat somthing substantive. I've been saying that for an hour. Feh.
I am still unmotivated to actually do stuff today.
We're bereaved, Cassie. We should just eat junk food and hate boys.
Junk food? Check. I am working my way through the rest of last night's pizza which has bacon on it. There will be no choking of a bitch today.
I just walked into my local overpriced yummy mart in order to purchase something overpriced that I would at least semi-prepare and walked out with stew because it smelled so good.
at least its got some vegatables
Yikes--I just got a chain email from my (least favorite) cousin, telling me to reply immediately if I "love the Lord" and to send it to 10 friends to see if THEY love the Lord. It was liberally illustrated with pictures of churches and crosses and whatnot. I am sure he means well in his way, but it's awfully invasive and annoying. I deleted it without replying.
skating retrospective. I'm going to get all pissy about kerrigan in a few minutes
Well, now, how am I supposed to tell you how much I love the Lord if you just delete the thing??
Poor Aimee, doesn't get to love the Lord.
Can I tell him that, Lord how I hate chain letters and email?
I *never* get to love the Lord. *pout*
t kicks sand over footprints