I have lost my wallet. I've looked everywhere.
I now have no money, no credit cards, no debit card, no health insurance cards, and no license.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
[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 have lost my wallet. I've looked everywhere.
I now have no money, no credit cards, no debit card, no health insurance cards, and no license.
Yikes. Any chance you can call and see if you left it somewhere when you went out last night?
Ugh, Kristin. I hope it turns up intact. Cancelling all those cards is a PITA of the worst sort.
So, all of us who've had mono need to start kissing ita, then?
I've had mono!
I'm so tempted to take another vicodin, be enjoyably hazy and sleepy for a couple hours, then go to bed early. But I'm also like "But what if the tooth gets worse?? What if I NEED those vicodin later??" Silly parsimonious self.
Translate those tones into English, and you're just shy of phone sex.
So, is she giggly babytalk, or sexy? I don't generally associate giggly with phone sex, just annoyance...
Dying of the cock. That would be a tragedy.
I think that's in Laurell K Hamilton's next book...
So, is she giggly babytalk, or sexy?
Not sexy to me, but I can see how it could appeal to others. Those as like the unironic babydoll/schoolgirl thing, for instance, or want their every suggestion met with cascades of girlishness.
I have nothing against giggling itself--it's the candy-coated cooing thing she does that drives me bats.
::throws Vicodin at monitor::
Kristin, before you do anything, check EVERYWHERE in the car.
Signed,
Wallet Was Wedged Inside Passenger Seat
Those as like the unironic babydoll/schoolgirl thing, for instance, or want their every suggestion met with cascades of girlishness.
Ew. Those people scare me.
Kristin, that sucks. I hope you find it right quick, before you have to call and cancel shit.
I think I shall go without the vicodin, mostly cause I"m thinking of going to bed at about 8pm. Which is ridiculous, but apparently necessary according to my brain, which only vaguely functioned today.
Much apartment-ma to sj and teacup guy!
I am still chilled from my walk home. I stopped by the university's Anthropology Museum where they were having an opening reception for their new exhibit of Islamic Culture in Indonesia (not it's exact title) -- fun exhibit - textiles, and manuscripts and swords and daggers and furniture. Plus -- snacks!
Then I went to exercise and came home where I've had a mug of tea and am still chilled.
Also, I saw a bit of the Ice Dancing at Worlds: the Kerrs representing Great Britain doing a routine to Bagpipe and Drum music and wearing very Scottish influenced costumes. My new favorite ice dancing team.
Apartment~ma!!!!
I stopped by the university's Anthropology Museum where they were having an opening reception for their new exhibit of Islamic Culture in Indonesia (not it's exact title) -- fun exhibit - textiles, and manuscripts and swords and daggers and furniture.Sounds like a fabulous exhibit.
It's chilly outside and I have to leave the house shortly. I should be much happier about this than I currently am. Well, the having somewhere to be. Not the chilly, which is just an excuse to layer well.