beth's credit union is my real estate agent. We are supposed to sign the papers for the apartment on Friday. I am just hoping it all goes smoothly.
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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I killed the thread with apartment likes carrots, didn't I?
I killed the thread with apartment likes carrots, didn't I?
You did. As punishment you must both now move into a giant carrot, surrounded by damp orange at all times. That is your fate. Embrace it.
ION, I just ate jambalaya. On the cake or death scale, I am going to posit that jambalaya is better than unemployment.
You did. As punishment you must both now move into a giant carrot, surrounded by damp orange at all times. That is your fate. Embrace it.
How giant? Will it fit all my books so I don't have to get rid of any? Because I might be able to embrace that.
Nuh uh. I just have no capacity to concentrate today and keep bouncing off after shiny stuff. That's how I can write two things at once, though.
What are you working on today, erika?
How giant?
Listing here says, "Real big carrot."
Will it fit all my books so I don't have to get rid of any?
Buffista booksluttery. It's the universal constant. I'm pretty sure you could carve your own shelves in to the wall with a potato peeler.
A detective story and a romantic comedy that I pull out when I'm not in the mood for killing folks.(But it's still my romantic comedy so no America's Sweethearts need apply.)
Sounds very interesting.
I'm pretty sure you could carve your own shelves in to the wall with a potato peeler
now that sounds intersting. there might be competition for the carrot.