Someone make me go get the coffee pot ready so I can go to bed. I'm exhausted, but don't want to sleep. Tomorrow's gonna SUCK.
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.
Oh, and Erin? Would you mind if I used "pink and black bat bon-bon" for a tag line?
Damn, I want to go to a f2f.
She was adorable. All stripey stocking and razor-cut black-dyed bob, and "Have you ever heard of The Cure?!"
And by the middle of my term, she was all "Ms. G., I like you because you don't treat me like I'm a freak."
Aww.
And Jilli, you are sweet and nice and kind and generous. So stomp on those craptastic hormones in some pointy shoes, and do the Evil Laugh.
meara, I would, but she's at a different school than where I teach now. No gothy kids now -- closest is a Mohawked boy, and he's more Mexicali skatepunk than goth.
But I AM learning a lot about reggaeton.
granola y latte:
Course not, Jilli.
Okay, this link to the Z-Machine totally blows my mind. Read what they did. Be thankful we're all still here!
I read a blurb about that the other day, and didn't know if it was true or urban science legend!
I so want you to, connie. No chance?
So many other places for money to go, travel is just out of the question. Sigh.