That sucks Pete. I've been there.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
(Or is that only us girls?)
Nope. But I decided to have a scone with jam instead.
Ick. Sorry to hear that, Pete. Also, now I want a scone with jam.
Apparently I'm tricksy. I live just between UA and Grandview, by the random farmland.
Heh. OSU--land grant school. Nice area, definitely. I'm in Bexley, which I usually like except for their code enforcement people.
I am so. hungry.
I'm waiting for a friend to get here so we can get dinner. Really really don't want to wait. I'm get-in-my-belly hungry. I'm Ravenous Bug-Blatter Beast of Traal hungry.
Quick, someone distract me before I eat this placemat!
Jam with scone.
Sorry, wrong distraction, right?
Someone kick Pete. In jello.
OMG had so much fun with Hec today BEEEEP.
JZ, I'm loving on your husband if that's OK.
I'm sorry you had vein issues and about all the other stuff stressing you out.
I want to haunt the Haight tonight with Tom BEEEEEEEP, you guys around??!??!
Nope. But I decided to have a scone with jam instead.
Good thing I didn't decide to take that to work with me, huh?
But I decided to have a scone with jam instead.
Also acceptable. Someone commented on the frosted Circus Animal cookies I picked up to have with lunch. I had to explain that I'm a stress-eater, and that those Circus Animals were SAVING LIVES.
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