t runs through thread wearing only tiara and glittery ruby slippers
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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.
chases -t through the thread, moving speedily by virtue of her trainers. cackles madly.
although, in reality, I'm sitting here eating koshary.
Mmmmmm koshary! Starchiest of all known foodstuffs! Cheapest of Egyptian food! Rice, macaroni, 2 kinds of noodles, lentils, chickpeas and crispy fried onions, served with a tomato sauce and chili and/or garlic according to one's taste.
It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.
Mmmmm koshary.
Gronk. Still hormonal, but feeling much less paranoid. I greatly appreciated the sympathy, the empathy, and the compliments.
Mmmmmm koshary! Starchiest of all known foodstuffs! Cheapest of Egyptian food! Rice, macaroni, 2 kinds of noodles, lentils, chickpeas and crispy fried onions, served with a tomato sauce and chili and/or garlic according to one's taste.
It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.
Oh, yum. That sounds fabulous. The odds of me getting any at 7:30 in the morning, in a bedroom community of Boston are slim-to-none-to-negative, though.
I no longer get paranoid at the communist invasion. Instead, I get soul sucking anxiety attacks. Actually, they're sucking much less of my soul these days. I just have to figure out whether that's because they're easing up, or there's less soul to suck.
It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.
Yum.
I desperately need to do laundry. I had no clean shirts from the ones that I assumed fit me, so I grabbed a size medium shirt out of my drawer, thinking that it would be a little tight but not obscenely so. Turns out, it fits perfectly. Neat.
Oh my lord, Fay, that sounds both delicious and gross, in the same way poutine is both the best and worst food you've ever eaten.
I need a big clue stick for our temp. Third month in a row she has messed up our file uploads. The first two months, she messed up the coding. This month - the coding is right, but she uploaded the wrong files.
This is NOT COOL.
bad temp, no biscut.
I was awake at 530 again. Doesn't my body know I can't do much on my list at that time, because Matt is still sleeping.
also I am still itchy.
and i am in my normal morning haze, so I can complain, but I am not 100% sure what it means
It does make the phrase "I'm in my bunk," feel a little TMI-ish , though.