Jesus Christ, his Deleted Items are FULL of Match.com e-mails. Sheesh. I'm too lazy to be inappropriately curious.
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.
Jilli: I was walking to work today, and everything was kind of busy and weird, because I live near the high school and school's almost out and because I work near our convention center and Celebration just started today so there were folks milling about, many in regalia.
Anyway, as I was walking, I came across a kid headed to the high school, and thought of you. He was dressed as a lovely, completely unembarrassed or furtive, goth. He was in animated conversation with a redhead in jeans and a t-shirt. He had a top hat similar to yours, but with rounded edges. He was pretty tall anyway, so this made him seem really tall. He was also wearing a long black leather coat with metal fasteners (kind of like frogs, but I'm not sure if they're still frogs if they're metal). We were walking opposite directions, so I didn't get a much better look. I was just so tickled to see him, looking so proud and happy, reminding me of you, so I gave him a big smile as I passed. I don't think that he probably gets many of those around here from people he doesn't know. I hope it didn't freak him out, but he didn't seem like he would freak out easily.
IcompletelyON, I read The Name of the Rose a long time ago. I don't remember strong feelings either way, or overwhelming amounts of Latin, but I can see now that I may need to re-read.
weather~ma to Emily
Planned-no-ick~ma to beth
I need some smiting for various office mates. There are three on MY LIST right now.
I'll totally smite them for you, Suzi...if I can take a nap afterwards. I SO need a nap.
Smiting ahoy!
May each of them grow an enormous boil on their behinds right where their bun hits their chair or anywhere they are sitting.
It's supposed to thunderstorm tomorrow.
Not to...um...rain on anybody, but latest forecast is for it to start this afternoon. Looks like the next few days will be what they call "unsettled" which is weatherman-speak for "no idea".
It's supposed to thunderstorm tomorrow.
Supposed to today, here. Pooh.
My brother, the jackass, didn't actually come to the lunch my parents were taking him out for on the occasion of his birthday. Sometimes he is such a moron.
but latest forecast is for it to start this afternoon.
Yeah, but I don't care about today.
Lovely smite, Aimee.
No naps vw. Sorry - but you need to fall asleep exhausted tonight. No naps for you.
my voice is 3 octaves lower
So you're down to a soprano, is that it Erin?