Nope.
Trying to be not all memememe for a change :).
Oz ,'Storyteller'
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Nope.
Trying to be not all memememe for a change :).
I am going to go do work on my stupid paper. Bah. I drank 7 beers last night and didn't sleep well and want to go back to sleep but no.
Awww...poor Nora! Good luck!
I'm glad you're all as evil as I am. Makes me feel, well, a little less evil.
Hey, how are you supposed to know which is more important to him? At least you have written evidence of the importance of cleaning.
Seriously, what kind of cleaning are we talking, here? Is it putting away your own stuff, or vacuuming and dusting, or what?
Well, all I'm gonna do is clean the kitchen and straighten things up in the living room. If he wants more than that (dusting, sweeping, cleaning the bathroom), he'll have to do it himself. Besides, I can't dust/sweep/vacuum with the electrodes on anyway. And, honestly, I don't have the energy.
I can count on one finger the amount of times he's cleaned the bathroom. And, actually, I think his girlfriend did it.
Besides, I can't dust/sweep/vacuum with the electrodes on anyway. And, honestly, I don't have the energy.That's what I thought. I don't remember all the instructions you shared, but I did remember you couldn't wear socks on your feet and walk on carpet, so I assumed static was a no-no for you.
People informing me what chores I haven't done when I first wake up definitely make it on The List.
Poor Emmett! That hurts. Also, all the stuff about hot needles et al freaked me right out. Yikes.
ImememeN, I was up all night with another toothache. Why do my teeth hate me so?
Also, it's my grandmother's 90th birthday today. There is no appropriate way to explain how perfect it is that her birthday is April Fool's Day. Nope, none.
Your teeth - On The List. I've been grappling with tooth issues the past year or so and it is so not fun.
Oh, believe me, they've been on the too of The List for a long time. Yours too, huh? Stupid teeth.
BAH. I don't know how to do this. Fucking A.
I guess, what I'll do is continue to noodle around with an outline until inspriation for the Next Step hits.
First, though, I must brush my teeth. It helps the process (as does fucking around on the internet, of course) I mean, do I really need to be researching catering options on Thompson Island? No, but I can DO THAT. This, not so much.