Huh. I almost always drink diet soda, except I can't stand the tast of diet soda mixed with booze and must use the sugared kind.
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.
Go, Aimee! Learn!
Congrats on your A, Nora!
Cashmere, I'm so glad you and yours are safe. Very scary.
Hil, I would advise you not to miss out on seeing someone whose company you enjoy, and whose presence will only be fleeting. The older I've gotten (and the longer I am out of school) the more my friends have scattered, and I wish it didn't happen that way. Grab the opportunity. (Guess who is missing the F2F crowd and sorry she didn't spend more time with people?)
Work is going to kil me ded tomorrow. Too many meetings, and too much work likely to result from those meetings. Please stop the clock now, while I am home in my comfy clothes, please.
Though giving the matter some thought, I think there is a possibility I would wind up calling a kidlet of my very own 'woolly penguin'.
Ooh. Well, you could have multiple children, and call ONE naked mole rat, and the OTHER wooly penguin!
Hil, you should reply to all and tell him you'd love to come. That way, AwkwardBoy can know you're coming, and decide for himself whether awkward is acceptable or not.
Cash, that is very freaking creepy, especially that a bystander got shot!
Hil, you should reply to all and tell him you'd love to come. That way, AwkwardBoy can know you're coming, and decide for himself whether awkward is acceptable or not.
Can't. He sent it out BCCing everybody.
I emailed him back saying that I might make it, but I've got some other stuff I might have to do that day (which is true.) I'll figure this out later, but I think I'm going to end up going.
Nora with the A! Yay! (It rhymes!)
I called The Boy. He sounded happy to hear from me, and then, channeling his inner 5-year-old, wanted to claim his loot nownownow; I told him I'd like nothing more, but my Ick is pretty fierce. (Also, I'm grubby and smelly.) But tomorrow he's claiming his loot.
That's not a euphemism.
That's not a euphemism.
sure
That's not a euphemism.
sure
*My* booty is not *his* booty.
Though there could be sex. Perhaps it could cure the Ick.
Yay for Nora and her A!
Though there could be sex. Perhaps it could cure the Ick.
it is either that or fernet
Fernet and sex, a great combination for loot and booty?