I saw Cass. and juliana's mom. and other people. I wasn't sure if I was feeling sociaable , but I don't think I stopped talking. so yay. but all mistakes are due to be tired, not drunkenness.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
you asked about them right after I'd just typed out answers
The hivemind is a beautiful and terrible thing.
And -- I don't think I can cope with this -- he's perky and tries to TALK TO ME first thing in the morning. I told him death was imminent, and he just laughed and said "You're way less grumpy than I expected."
BLESS.
You are both adorable.
Thanks for all the well-wishing, folks - I'm VERY excited about the Thailand thing.
t dances around with Fay
Symptom change!
My chest seems to have cleared (woo hoo!) but now my throat is so swollen I feel like I'm choking. Feh. No WONDER I was all nightmarey last night.
Thank you, libkitty! That was exactly he kind of advice I was looking for. I really appreciate it.
alright, have taken dayquil. it should kick in in half an hour. then I'll run and get money, juice, sorbet, nyquil, chloraceptic and tissues. Then I'll come back here and die
There's not a person with a pulse that doesn't want to make out with meara at least a little.
I've seen pics and agree with this completely!
run and get money, juice, sorbet, nyquil, chloraceptic and tissues. Then I'll come back here and die
Well, I guess as long as you have a plan... I hope you feel better soon, Trudy.
vw, I'm so sorry that so very much is hitting you all at once. Lots of health ~ma to you.
From what I've heard, there are many a couple that are opposites in regards to their morning routine, Tep. It can be done. Yay for sleepovers, boo for allergies, but it's a good sign that the kitties have accepted you into the fold... at least as a pillow.
So I slept in really late yesterday. Last night, I had no plans, so I decided to try to go to bed at a "decent" hour (and try to make Monday hurt a little less, getting up). Somehow, I still didn't get up until 11AM. Dude. My sister and I are just alike--her husband told her "You love sleep and books so much, you'd marry them if you could, wouldn't you??". And I'm like "Uh, duh?"
Off to pack and drive northy for a while longer. The Bay-istas, and especially Perkins who is the most gracious host, need to be thanked.
I'll try to check in but darkness may fall for a few days.
MEEEEEEEEEEEEP! And yay as well!
Safe driving, Cass.
I have a hangover. Went to my first trendy LA artist loft party last night and had too much sangria. Ouch.