You are building a beautiful world, Maidengurl.
t sends virtual single malt
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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You are building a beautiful world, Maidengurl.
t sends virtual single malt
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Oooh! Fay going to Prague or Thailand would be cool! Best of luck, Fay!
meeting with your classmates at 7:30am before the 8:15am Saturday class is really, really evil.
Good god. That IS evil.
but still. That's 10 hours sleep. I guess I needed it.
Oh my GOD, not ten hours! :) sigh. I would love to get 10 hours every night, but instead I end up getting 8 weeknights and like, 12 on weekends. Sleeping until 3:30PM wasn't quite teh plan today, but I just didn't want to get up, at all. I was having bizarre dreams about Erinaceous, Mormons, and the some kind of Law and Order-esque mystery. NO idea why.
I think the dinner party represented 3 of the 4 Democrats in the Foreign Service.
Sniff. That's so sad.
Good lord Raq! You really are cursed at the moment!! I hope your feet are OK.
Thanks Trudy and vw.
I forget who else has teen girls. Anyone wanna hit me up on IM? I have Yahoo - same name.
I forget who else has teen girls.
Do menopausal women with the mentality of preschoolers count (literally, I'm talking about the 50ish women at the group home)?
Remote is found! As suspected it was kicked far under the couch. Pulling the couch out to vacuum (scary back there) turned up the remote, half of JZ's cashmere sweater set and Amphigorey.
Remote is found! As suspected it was kicked far under the couch. Pulling the couch out to vacuum (scary back there) turned up the remote, half of JZ's cashmere sweater set and Amphigorey.
No raccoons? Ah well. I shall have to make do with my desktop calendar pic of a baby 'coon hanging from a tree branch.
I was wondering what the hell you do to her sweaters that half was behind the couch, but I'm dumb today so it took me a second to think top-and-bottom.
The semi-date went pretty well, I think. Had coffee, talked for about an hour, made vague "I'll call you later" plans. It was fun.
I've decided to count my essay as a Learning Experience. Sometimes I hate Learning Experiences, though. Especially since I have, according to various new-age crystal-jockeys, already gotten "fallibility" as a "task" with the whole broken-brain thing. I call double jeopardy. No fair. Where the fuck is my Samoan attorney when I want him?