Dear heavens, Deena, I wish I were within an hour's drive of you so I could mow your lawn for you. (I'd extend the range because you are SO worth it, but I can't drive distance for toffee)
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.
Not sleeping, again.
Also, for some reason, hungry. I think my schedule just got shifted to four hours off, somehow, and I can't figure out how to get it back. Today, I woke up at twelve. Ate lunch around 1, then dinner around 6. I think my body thinks it needs a third meal. I just had a tofurkey and cheese sandwich, which seems to have been enough. Still not really tired, though.
(Also, I've once again discovered that I have issues with eating fake deli meat with cheese. When I was a kid, even though we didn't keep kosher, my parents had grown up not eating milk and meat together, so when they were making sandwiches for us, it just wouldn't occur to them to put both meat and cheese on it -- sandwiches were either meat or cheese, but not both. Now, even though I'm a vegetarian, eating a sandwich that has something like Tofurkey and cheese just tastes wrong. Actually, I'm still iffy about tofurkey, but it's easy protein, which is kind of all I'm looking for when I really don't want to cook -- I can't eat the fake meat that looks too much like meat, but I'm fine with things like fake hot dogs or "chicken" nuggets, since real hot dogs and nuggets look nothing like cows or chickens to begin with. Tofurkey is iffy -- it tastes a little too much like real turkey for comfort.)
And now I'm rambling about Tofurkey. I really just need some sleep.
I just ordered a laptop. I just ordered a laptop. OMG. Now I can't breathe.
t pets Suzi comfortingly
I just bought a new carry-on. My old carry-on (which is the One True Carry-On) has been discontinued. I've looked *everywhere*. 'Tis gone.
t stomps wee foot
stomps wee foot
Aww. Line dancing pixie.
This pixie doesn't line dance. Macarena, possibly. Electric Slide? If I've had a few drinks. I'll even do the Chicken Dance with enough alcoholprovocation. But line dancing? That's where I draw the line. I just can't pull off that much denim.
A Toto picture to start the day: [link]
I get to go pick the cutie pie up in a little bit. He's been at my parents' since last Wednesday. I miss him lots and lots. Poor guy also has to go to the vet, though, as it looks like he's developed an ear infection.
billytea, is that the brother *I* get?
Trudy! What are you doing up?
billytea, is that the brother *I* get?
A world of no. This is the one with the case of voluntary Tourette's syndrome.