Faith ,'End of Days'
[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.
Wow. Gotta love the fact that it's called Slashfood.
(Turducken, incidentally, is something I only know of through your good selves...I think that this particular level of overindulgence hasn't really hit the UK yet. Or if it has, it probably goes by another name. Does 'turd' mean anything in US slang?)
Does 'turd' mean anything in US slang?
Yes.
Yet another word for excrement.
{{{Cass and Cass's neice}}}
I got the summer job I'd applied for!
Well, not exactly the one I'd applied for. I'd applied to teach 7-10th grade, and they offered me fifth and sixth grades, but still ought to be fun. I guess I'll mostly be teaching pre-algebra, with a little bit of algebra thrown in.
Turducken, incidentally, is something I only know of through your good selves...I think that this particular level of overindulgence hasn't really hit the UK yet.
Up until very recently, it was only in Louisiana. When I started college there (in 1999), I'd never heard of it before, and neither had anyone else I talked to from outside the deep south. Then it's just been in the past few years that people outside the area have been having it -- mostly because they recently started selling frozen ones.
Congratulations, Hil!
Ugh. I didn't mean to, but I pulled an all-nighter.
Coca-Cola Blak
DON'T DRINK IT. (I'm admittedly biased since I don't like regular, non-experimentally-flavored sodas much, but this stuff was seriously vile.)
Cass, I've got you friended on LJ, but I don't think you friended me back. I'm arliss there.
Any Bitch who'd like, and who hasn't already, is welcome to leave a note as to who you are here and I'll friend you. I find myself less able to keep up here, and I'd like to know what's going on with you.
Saturday? It hit 90. Today? 74. We turned off the ACs and opened all the windows. It's gorgeous, with a light breeze. Ideal, one might say.
One might say, if the massive willow oaks hadn't chosen today to release their load of blossoms and pollen all over everything. Benadryl, I sing my song of praise to thee.
Glad and sad to see that my school career advice matches everyone's here...and I got two doses thanks to Vocational Rehabilitation(which is rather the "jumbo shrimp" of federal agencies, as is Social Security...they don't exactly bring socialness or Security.) But I'd hate to think it was just me.