Secret message to Plei: I don't have you on my msn messenger.
Secret message to Tep: You have email.
Secret message to the world: Please stop fucking up.
Xander ,'Lessons'
[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.
Secret message to Plei: I don't have you on my msn messenger.
Secret message to Tep: You have email.
Secret message to the world: Please stop fucking up.
I chose when Gershwin Girl got a nickname. Just sayin' - maybe Teppy gets an out at least until she tells a particularly fascinating story that makes a nickname obvious (or, you know, gives an FAQ).
C'mon now. You "chose" when Gershwin Girl got a nickname, because you started out calling her "Jew Girl" and we were stricken by liberal guilt-induced paralysis. We were so relieved when you changed it to Gershwin Girl, that we decided to leave well enough alone.
(Not that I've ever had any conversations or read any conversations about your nicks for GG--because I haven't--but I personally never knew what to call her when you were calling "Jew Girl" and so she was an "um" friend of an entirely different order.)
Also? Pft.
Job ~ma, Spidra. That is of the suck.
Dear Students, When I hand you a 5 volume set, and you don't know how to use it to complete your homework assignment, please do one of the following: 1. Ask me (politely!) to show you how it works; 2. Read the instructions printed in volume 1. Do not stand there randomly flipping pages, making passive-agressive, annoying whinging noises. I am more likely to say to you, "Oh, you poor thing! The bathroom is right over there. From the noise you're making, you must be ready to burst!" than, "Can I help you with that?"
Katie - I feel like a tease. I was out your way yesterday. Today, after work, I'm off to the lab for a blood draw, oh so exciting.
Oops. Losing track of time over here. Where am I and what was I doing, anyway?
Aw, crappity, Spidra. I'm so sorry to hear about yet another round of layoffs.
SA, it's mohmlet at hotmail
TLW - Teppy's Love Weasel.
I swear, that damn near made me spit out coffee.
I like Hot Lips, though. Classic and evocative.
vw- insent.
back to bed.
back to bed.
The little voice inside my head has been saying this to me all morning in various tones, e.g., as an order, as a whimper...
I hit my snooze alarm for about an hour this morning. Got to work 30 minutes late.
If I had a pillow at my desk, I'd be snoring.