Cordelia ,'Potential'
[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.
Or maybe it's just that variety, she can be nicely spicy.
Long leg-twisting, panty-shredding *anythings* are good. Five Date Boy (Yeah, it's like technically eight or something now, but I like the name. Like Five Spice powder.) sounds like a keeper for the moment.
But juliana is a Caucasian devil woman.
Especially the way I'm dressed tonight. (Fishnet gloves, red empire waist dress with black mesh overslip, fishnet tights, red choker....) Very much the picture of Eastern European Debauchery.
He took me for mongolian BBQ tonight. The first dinner-date I have had with a boy in forever!
It's...um...yeah, tonight was 8.
Freaky.
Ya know, I'm kinda glad I didn't get laid tonight, because it will be that much more fun when I do. If it doesn't happen tomorrow b/c of circumstances, I will fuck him three ways to Sunday on....er, Sunday. Talk about rinigng in the workweek!
Juliana! I just posted a sloppy excited post about the F2F! I'm starting to squee, now that I'm working on seriously going!
Let me know ANYTHING I can do/bring to make my intrusion into your gracious home more pleasant.
Caucasian devil womanI am totally bemused at this description.
because it will be that much more fun when I do.Absence making the ... erm ... heart grow fonder?
I have a tree in my living room that I have no idea how I will move. Damn. I'll give away a lot of my plants but not that one.
Absence making the ... erm ... heart grow fonder?
BWAH! You flatter me with the class I do not have!
Um...tree moving? Hire an itinerant lumberjack? I hear they're ok, if they sleep all night, and work all day...
BWAH! You flatter me with the class I do not have!No, I just didn't type the crass and bawdy things I was saying in my head.
I am still pondering the tree issue. It might have to live with my uncles for a while. The moving company won't take it and there's no way it will fit in my car. Bother.
Huh. The guy playing the dad of the first English child born in Roanoke on some History show looks just like Paul. Sadly the swaddled mass playing the baby looks nothing like Miss Tickybox.
I am all thirty-seven kinds of awake for why now?
I've got a snoozing cat next to me so I don't even want to get up and get more tea. I just want the milky tea to magically appear on my night stand. Or to appear by way of cabana boy. I'm flexible.
I'm flexible.
The cabana boy will no doubt be pleased to hear that.
I'm also up way too late. Need to go to sleep but I've been obsessively looking up permaculture links on the web.
Cats like eggs. Mine seem to know they are chicken-related. I have had several cats that liked potato chips. It would be nice to assume it is because the cats are most interested in the salt, but I have never seen a cat treat a salt shaker the way Harvey treats a bag of potato chips (which is to say, does his best vulture imitation in its general vacinity, and bites my fingers in eagerness to Get! Chips! Now! More! Chips! Now!