Waves at Raq.
Mal is resisting the Benadryl? That is wrong. Warm milk maybe?
Simon: You are my beautiful sister. River: I threw up on your bed. Simon: Yep. Definitely my sister.
'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.
SuziQ - May 30, 2006 3:30:29 pm PDT #6824 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
meara - May 30, 2006 3:33:47 pm PDT #6825 of 10002
I hadn't even thought of that when I simply agreed with her, and it's a slippery slope when you begin lying to your mother
Hee. See, and lately I've been thinking about the slippery slope of kissing. Which is more along your "but that was friendly drunken affections kissing" lines--I mean, I kissed at least three people the other weekend, but found myself thinking later that "Well, only one of them was, like, *personal*". Which. Dude. Tongue in mouth. How is that not personal? I suddenly start to wonder how much of a slut I could become down this slippery slope...
Um, which is to say, I do not tell my parents about any of it. (For that matter, I didn't really mention it to Michelle, who was then in town *last* weekend....um.)
remembering my mom's non-dad kissing history has BUMMED ME OUT.
Dude. You KNOW your mom's non-dad kissing history? I sure as heck don't. And I try to pretend me and my siblings were born via immaculate conception...
I once again vote for more buffistas to move to Portland, because I want to move there. And I want people I know to already be there when I do.
but I keep stumbling across these personal e-mails to women he met off Match.com and shit, and I can't help reading them.
Dude. Don't use your work email for that stuff. Tacky. (I generally avoid using work email for ANY personal stuff, but for match.com?!?! Goes double)
I survived my first year teaching high school!
Whoot! Go Erin!
brenda m - May 30, 2006 3:44:58 pm PDT #6826 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Hi Suzi! I put some (bad) pictures from my new office in Natter, folks. I'm still asquee about how nice it is.
Vortex - May 30, 2006 4:24:34 pm PDT #6827 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Sooper sekrit message to smonster I was going to cheat on my workout by a few minutes, but "Your Disco Needs You" came on the iPod and I was motivated to finish. It had nothing to do with the hottie trainer looming over his charge on the bike 10 feet away no, not at all.
Nora Deirdre - May 30, 2006 4:30:13 pm PDT #6828 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Hey, I'm going to start taking belly dancing classes this week! Thursday, to be exact!
beth b - May 30, 2006 4:55:15 pm PDT #6829 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
This is not allergies , it is the ick. vut it is too far from the F2F for it to be from there. so where did it come from?
beth b - May 30, 2006 5:08:35 pm PDT #6830 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Matt is making magic soup for my dinner. Good husband. sounds like we should send some soup to Erin
Ginger - May 30, 2006 5:30:20 pm PDT #6831 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I survived my first year teaching high school!
Go, Erin!
Matt is making magic soup for my dinner.
I need some magic soup. The cough is driving me crazy. I hope you have a milder form of the Ick, Beth.
Pix - May 30, 2006 5:44:11 pm PDT #6832 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
Erin, BIG kudoes to you! It only gets better from here, bay-bee!
SailAweigh - May 30, 2006 5:47:36 pm PDT #6833 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Whooohooo, Erin! You're still alive after a year with high shcoolers? They must really like you. Or are very afraid of the Stilettos of Puncturing.