Oz ,'Beneath You'
[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.
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!"
Hey, juliana, I'm PMSing too. Should we kill some people together? 'Cause that'd be FUN!
juliana, all I can suggest is, DON'T KICK THE SUGAR HABIT. I mean, if you have a sugar habit. I'm as far from premenstrual as I can get, cycle-wise, and yet I feel just as bad as my worst PMS.
I NEED SUGAR! JUST ONE CUBE MAN, I MEAN IT!!!!
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?
Please tell me I'm not the only one with the mental image of House sitting in his office bouncing a gooey-looking pink basketballish thing off the hook end of the cane, saying, "You've been very naughty. Do I need to spank you?"
Just me, huh?
Should we kill some people together? 'Cause that'd be FUN!
Whee!!!!!!
Wanna come along, Tep?