There is a protest going on across the street.
I swear on all my pink clothing, it sounds like the main voice (a females) is yelling "Blah blah blah PUTAS! Blah blah blah PUTAS!"
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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There is a protest going on across the street.
I swear on all my pink clothing, it sounds like the main voice (a females) is yelling "Blah blah blah PUTAS! Blah blah blah PUTAS!"
sj, backflung.
I just got done ironing the fabric for my new quilt. I love all of it but one. It's just such a drab fabric...greens and browns and yuck. We'll see how it looks when I'm finished, but I'm not loving it.
Also, heard back about the scholarship. Didn't get it. At least I tried, though. Sure heard back quickly!
Sorry, about the scholarship, vw.
I burned my wrist while ironing. I'm a big baby, but it hurts.
Dang, ironing sucks, as does being burnt, vw. I'm sorry.
Supercutie Mal and Raq.
I burned my wrist while ironing.
See? Housework is evil.
I'm back at work. I'd rather be elsewhere.
Ple, insent (to mohmlet).
Blah Blah Blah PUTAS! That's my new motto.
See? Housework is evil.
Actually, I was ironing fabric I just washed for my next quilt. So, technically, I suppose, it's crafting. So, crafting is evil today.
Wrist-ma vw
Hey! I got my cookbooks today! Shiny!
Now the BLah blah blah Putas! are yelling, "Olay, olay, olay, olay!"
It now makes sense - they are fighting for face cream for hookers.