She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.

Wash ,'War Stories'


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.


-t - May 22, 2006 5:14:03 pm PDT #5594 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I don't watch that show because I figured it would horrify me, Hil.

Prize winning fiddlers! Wow! That's impressive as all get out. Such a combination of technique and glee goes into fiddling.

BTW, Sparky, Henry has taken your advice to heart and is keeping his telecommuting hair. At least when his mom isn't visiting.


meara - May 22, 2006 5:28:26 pm PDT #5595 of 10002

Yay on graduations, boo on evil landlords, TMJ, and crazy early movers.

Meara, it sounds like you had a FANTASTIC time, and I wish I could have magically gone and seen the show. Wow.

I wish you could've too! Of course, right now I'm being a big dork and ever-so-2006: I've discovered that the girl I made out with over the weekend has an LJ, and through it, discovered that she is, in fact, only 22. (Also, she hasn't emailed me. Pout.).


Nora Deirdre - May 22, 2006 5:32:59 pm PDT #5596 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

t whine We're home, I'm still awake, I must work tomorrow, I have Teh Ick, and I am trying to arrange how and when and where to get to a wake and funeral tomorrow night/Wednesday.

It's just all very much too much. t /whine

EDIT: on the plus side, the flight went well and we had delicious curry in Salem and I still love my home, even if it's not San Francisco.


Pix - May 22, 2006 5:38:56 pm PDT #5597 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.

Aimee, I wish I had you as a student -- you'd understand when I was snarking, snark back and laugh appropriately. I never have enough students that do.

This! I'm so glad you've begun.


Aims - May 22, 2006 5:41:17 pm PDT #5598 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Thank you Sparky and K.


DCJensen - May 22, 2006 7:04:39 pm PDT #5599 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

libkitty? Bug Daniel for pics of cat sweater with cat inside it. Also? He has pics of Harvey wearing a broken steering wheel cover like a tutu with devil-cat eyes.

Daniel! Want. Pictures!!! Now!!!

hokay...

Harvey the wheelcover king: [link]

Like my new coat? [link]

Another view: [link]

We planted the garden! [link]


Aims - May 22, 2006 7:17:21 pm PDT #5600 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

My DH, btw, upon leaving Deb's yesterday afternoon said, "That really is one cute kid," about your Em. His compliments about kids should not be taken lightly, as the last picture Jeff opened of the four children fathered by one of his best friends from college got this reaction, "Wow, none of them are ever going to win any beauty contests."

BWAH! Tell him thank you. Em and I received some amazing compliments this weekend.


Aims - May 22, 2006 7:38:32 pm PDT #5601 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Aims dressed as Hedwig for her first day! [link] Did you sing "Sugar Daddy," too?

Yes. Yes I did.


Hil R. - May 22, 2006 9:42:21 pm PDT #5602 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Anybody around? I can't sleep, again. (I slept until noon today. I have a feeling that my schedule has gotten off enough that I'm just going to have to totally skip sleep for one night to get back on a normal schedule for the next night.)


billytea - May 22, 2006 9:45:03 pm PDT #5603 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Boo. Two more days until I next see the Wallybee. It's not fair! Meanwhile, we're travelling up to Canberra on the next long weekend (mid-June), and D's girlfriend wanted to know if it was an engagement visit. And whether the Wallybee wanted children. (Would that be Wallybubs? Billybees? Mole rats!)