And also cause I wore my boobie shirt!
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
And the blow job probably didn't hurt. IJS.
They don't when I give them.
(Just to be clear--Aimee and Joe and I were joking about the blow job to the prospective boss thing earlier. I wasn't taking a cheap shot just now!)
Gronk. Artwork done. Burned to CD. Printed. Mostly succeeded in making printer give me color-accurate prints, fucker. Now, bed.
Jilli, on the other hand still has some deadline stuff to go.
Mmmm, bed.
Sleepwell, oh Loomer. Much productivity to Jilli.
Gronk. Might kill nanny who let Mal sleep ALL DAY yesterday so he was up ALL NIGHT.
Blarg! Hi, Raq! You have e-mail.
And not only because her son might find the little squares and swallow them (what with a computer not being a toilet seat 'cause he's not going to do THAT again, nosiree)
Right. Yes. There was at least 50% altruism in there, somewhere.
YAY, Aimee! I'm so glad the interview went well!
Poor Raq!
I'm awake. I'm awake. I actually got about five straight hours of sleep last night. It's not where I want to be, but it sure is better than the last several days!
AND it's not raining yet! Here's to hoping it holds off till after graduation is over.