Ain't happening, Sail. The company is too big.
Plus, I've seen a pic of you Bitch Blanket (tm) and that alone is green-eye worthy.
Oh, no, oh, no! Spontaneous poetic exclamations. Lord, spare me college boys in love.
Dr. Walsh ,'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.
SuziQ - Apr 14, 2006 6:11:03 am PDT #9320 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Sparky1 - Apr 14, 2006 6:46:20 am PDT #9321 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
To everyone who has a day off, I hope it's a grand one. I'm definitely not jealous, no sir-ree.
I am sorry I missed Spidra's performance, but we went to a seder at a friend's house, and ate well.
I want a Roomba. And a Laundryba. And a Dishesba.
Fay - Apr 14, 2006 6:57:26 am PDT #9322 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I have a CleaningLadyba, but she's not all that.
Also, I have the day off. But that's 'cause it's the first day of the weekend here. But it's a 3 Day weekend, which is nice.
My flatmate has gone to England for a fortnight.
...I miss her. Indeed, I feel slightly bereft. I'm afraid I may actually pine when we go our seperate ways. Mostly I'm not so much with the pining, but we are practically married. Seriously. 2 years cohabiting, socialising together pretty much constantly, working together...we've had only 2 rows, as such, in 3 years of friendship, and our former employer thought we were Big Gay Lesbian Type lovers and proclaimed it to the whole school (because he has great social skills).
I'm just realising that this really is going to feel like a breakup. Shit. I'm out of the habit of being single, and I don't think I'd even realised it until just now. We're slashier than John and Rodney. We even have a shared cat - I mean, he's technically mine, but she's better with him, and he loves her best.
Well, crap.
I'm really going to fucking miss her.
Ginger - Apr 14, 2006 7:18:10 am PDT #9323 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm going to be grayish until Monday, because I'm off to Nashville for Easter. I may check in some, just to have contact with sane people.
-t - Apr 14, 2006 7:24:26 am PDT #9324 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That's lovely, Fay. Sad, of course, that you are missing her and will miss her when you go off to Thailand and she, I guess, doesn't, but what a wonderfully close friendship.
I am curled up with my Bitch blanket AIFG. I can't keep it up, though. I have 6 weeks to getmy house ready for MiL habitation, I need to get cracking.
Aims - Apr 14, 2006 7:28:53 am PDT #9325 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I haven't sent my Bitch Blanket yet. I suck.
SailAweigh - Apr 14, 2006 7:41:05 am PDT #9326 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
You and me, Aimee. It'll be one big suckfest. ;P
Aims - Apr 14, 2006 7:43:46 am PDT #9327 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Sad thing? I finshed mine in DECEMBER.
ChiKat - Apr 14, 2006 7:49:09 am PDT #9328 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
To everyone who has a day off, I hope it's a grand one. I'm definitely not jealous, no sir-ree.
I am Sparky. At least today is Free Pizza Day.
I'm really going to fucking miss her.
Oh, Fay. That is really sweet and sad all at the same time.
EpicTangent - Apr 14, 2006 7:55:37 am PDT #9329 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Morning Gronklies, All.
Am lame. Have no meara.
Belated Happy Birthday to Lovely Lillibean!
Um, all I can think of.
So exhausted. Two weekends of RenFaire = Fun. But two weekends of not getting any sleep and not getting any weekend chores done = taxing. I keep telling people how much I'm looking forward to tomorrow. They ask "Why? What's tomorrow?" And I say "Nothing! That's the point." No appointments, nowhere I need to be...ah, sweet, sweet sleeping in.