adds "Mommy's underwear does not go on your head" to list of things I need to teach Em.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
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Wonders where Em learned "Mommy's underwear *does* go on your head".
Suspects Joe.
I suspect it'll be around the 30th and 31st of August, possibly a few days earlier if I do Cincy and NYC in reverse order.
I don't know if you can take it into account, but my sister is getting married August 26th and that weekend is shot for me.
Basically, I just hope you'll do it the other way.
I don't know if you can take it into account, but my sister is getting married August 26th and that weekend is shot for me.
t adds Trudy to THE LIST
How do you feel about the days immediately following?
How do you feel about the days immediately following?
Sunday is still Wedding-o-Rama, but Monday and Tuesday I'm planning on doing family/nothing.
Connie, I totally understand where you're coming from but I guess I'm having difficulty understanding why pulling his manager into it was necessary. If the clerk was a teenager, maybe I'd go over his head but I'd think cluesticking directly to the clerk is where I'd start.
It was not a teenager but someone in his late '30s. Actually, having the manager there protected him, because it kept me from laying him out with all the non-profane insults at my command. The she-wolf was well and truly riled, and only by keeping it scrupulously professional did I keep blood off the floor. I also figured that a bit of consciousness raising on the managerial level wasn't a bad thing.
At the time, I didn't give a damn about the clerk's income, he was lucky to keep his spleen.
bt, you COULD be my date for the wedding... just think, 60 or 70 Booths...
Or, y'know, one of the other kings who is hotter.
Lots of stuff got typed by Bitches today, I have no real meara, except to comment on the sentence from the actually meara, and say that this seems utterly unpossible, but she's the only king I know personally, so my opinion in uninformed, technically.
Still.... unpossible.
Aww. Thanks Sean. But have you seen these people? They are very damn HOT. I mean really.
Bah. I just went and Googled and yellow page'd around looking for the housing/sublet/roommate referral service I used a few years ago to find my completely awesome (except for the deadbeat landlords) affordable 1BR apt in Berkeley, and I'm coming up completely blank. I know exactly where it is, too (downtown Berkeley BART, the intersection with the toy and game shop on the corner, walk up that street toward campus, and it's about halfway up the block); I just can't find the damn name.
JZ, you're talking about Berkeley Homefinders, which I used to find off-campus housing in my undergrad days at Cal, and it's gone out of business, according to the Chronicle.
(Edited because my typing is even worse than usual tonight.)