Whoot BEER!
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
I have beer and the Rent soundtrack. I happy girl.
Yay, Cass! Makeupy goodness!
I have a sleeping baby and a laptop. That's kind of like having beer, right?
It is! In Mommy World, anything plus sleeping baby = same thing as a beer.
Sleeping baby and a laptop is sort of like a beer after really good sex. Total relaxation.
Mom bought Naughty Origami at Powell's for an uncle-in-law. The book is fabulous, but I had to explain what one design was. Threeway - one behind and one in front. I need more wine.
Plei, a sleeping squeakaboo is BETTER than having beer.
So it looks like I'll be in Cincinnati in November for a couple of weeks. My old grad school has asked me to come back and do the sound design for their fall musical.
t does the dance of ND back in the 'hood....
Seriously, Drew -- you will not believe all the renovations to the campus/Clifton area. Some good (new undergrad dorms on Jefferson that look really nice and not like hellholes), and some questionable (Chicago Gyros had a renovation that made it all clean and fancy and yuppie). And there are now approximately 10,000 Indian restaurants in Clifton.
ION, The Boy = YUM.
ION, The Boy = YUM.
some statements are good to see
One of the squashes committed suicide in the microwave and barfed its squash-y guts up.
Cass, I need this for my next tag, pretty please?
I am so there, Anne.
Sincerely,
Crampy McParanoiapants
So me. And I'm so there with y'all, it isn't even funny. Well. I suppose someone observing my behavior, or my night-before the flood sleepless delirium might find it funny. In a not ha-ha sort of way.
And erika? Don't rightly knowya, but boring? That seems as unlikely as Munch cracking a smile for no good reason. I love your Homicidamania and, frankly, am seriously nicknaming my sweetie "Bunky." Seriously. I've already tried it out once. Think it might stick.
Exploding squash! Squash is comedy gold, I tell ya. Years ago, I saw a print of a bunch of crooknecked squash decked out like an operating room crew. The squash on the table had a surgical drape and artistically applied ketchup. Absolutely killed me.
Hey, some glitter shoes are just fine. Especially black glitter shoes. Or red glitter ballet flats.
I really do want and need ballet flats. Especially glittery ones. And, on a related note, I would kill to own glittery Dorothy slippers.
Kill.
IJS.