You're trying to get me in trouble, aren't you? Hot and brainless, and you...wait, that's not what I meant. Damn.
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.
CASS! Come to Denver to see Counting Crows at Red Rocks.I blame you, Nicole. You know this, yes? Because you talking about it last week made me jones to see them again. And then I got the call last night. But I don't know if he got tickets this morning so... I am going to see them somewhere this year...
The school has established a permanent exhibit (The Thompson Art Award Collection), which they were going to open this weekend, but they just wrote me and said they'd heard I'd be in town and would I attend the opening, maybe say a few words?Raq, how lovely. Yep, you gotta bring something to wear too.
Look what I got!Brenda, so adorable.
I am leaving the flocked sponge query for Plei to answer because I've been using a kabuki brush. Though I am now intrigued by the sponge option and will try it out soon enough.
Insisted on carrying it all the way home, too. Which if nothing else did wonders for the general mood of the entire neighborhood.
Sure, because you're nice. I'd have been saying "you should see the toddler she took it from" and shuddering.
Can you die of cramps? 'Cause I think I'm dying.
Can you die of cramps? 'Cause I think I'm dying.
Interestingly enough, you CAN!
Every now and then coroners are presented with an inside-out uterus filled to bursting with the imploded remains of a menstruating woman.
It looks sorta like a pink basketball but if you give it chocolate sometimes you can revive her.
The funkiest House evah. Or wait...That's the House/SVU. Dr. H offers his own acerbic sex appeal and cane as cramp remedy...is he a visionary? Or a rapist?
I blame you, Nicole. You know this, yes?
Hey, I'm just the pimp!
Well, I'm finally back in my office after the renovation. My new desk? Sucks ass. It's a greenish nicotine stained color. Greenish yellowish, I guess. Nasty. And it's smaller and I don't have as many cabinets and drawers or counter space. I fucking hate it.
The only thing I don't despise about the new set-up is that no one can see what I'm working on from where I'm sitting now.
That sucks Nicole.
You should run away from work and come visit SF.
The school has established a permanent exhibit (The Thompson Art Award Collection), which they were going to open this weekend, but they just wrote me and said they'd heard I'd be in town and would I attend the opening, maybe say a few words?
Raq, I forgot to say earlier how much wonderfulness this is.
And it's smaller and I don't have as many cabinets and drawers or counter space. I fucking hate it.
The only thing I don't despise about the new set-up is that no one can see what I'm working on from where I'm sitting now.
So essentially they have reduced your ability to be productive as well as reducing the likelihood of you getting caught reading b.org? kewl.
Holy fuck, I'ma cut someone today, I swear. The fact that the rage is probably PMS-induced does not help the fact that I want to see the people who are pissing me off die bloody. Or! Trip and fall when carrying a precious Ming vase because their pants fell down around their ankles in the middle of Union Square and they're wearing their rattiest underpants. Yes. I want to see that, so I may point and laugh and do a dance of "fuck off, schmuck!"