There is nothing on tv. Nothing. Sucks.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Curling is on! From Lowell, Mass.! (Maybe not on your tv since the game is Canada-Scotland)
No curling (but Lowell is VERY close by). There is candlepin bowling.
What I should do is SHOWER (what a novelty thought) and run to Radio Shack to see if they have a cheap universal remote. That way I can be even MORE lazy.
Haircut pictures:
Before.
Also before. (Note the XTREEEEM YETI-NESS!)
After. (Not the best picture, but whatever.)
Also after. (Not really intended to show off the hair, but to show off me embracing my inner Jilli -- just a little bit. [Don't mock me.])
(And that last picture is inspiring me to get my ass to the gym right the hell now.)
hooray for pictures!
How many days till graduation?
Forty!
Cute-ass hair, Steph.
I'm going to go mark ten more days off my calendar. Glee!
Awwww...Emily's gonna go to Radio Shack, so I can continue to be lazy at home. I think I still might shower, though. It'll probably make me feel better. Then I might break out one of my new crochet projects...
Yay for Steph pictures!
Hey, Tep, I've got a question for you. Can you shoot me a mail to my gmail?
Excellent de-yetti-fication, Tep. You're very pretty.
Jilli and Pete need to live here. Though it might need a croquet pitch.