Waves at Raq.
Mal is resisting the Benadryl? That is wrong. Warm milk maybe?
[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.
Waves at Raq.
Mal is resisting the Benadryl? That is wrong. Warm milk maybe?
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!
Hi Suzi! I put some (bad) pictures from my new office in Natter, folks. I'm still asquee about how nice it is.
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.
Hey, I'm going to start taking belly dancing classes this week! Thursday, to be exact!
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?
Matt is making magic soup for my dinner. Good husband. sounds like we should send some soup to Erin
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.
Erin, BIG kudoes to you! It only gets better from here, bay-bee!
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.