man, that sounds good, Steph -dark IPA, YUM.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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.
GOD, Suzi. That is just the ultimate in suck. I'm sorry.
Yeah, except Maudite is some crazy 12 or 13% ABV, and will knock you on your ass but good.
ETA: Okay, 8. But still.
I do have a touch of good news though.
I saw C yesterday when I picked up K-Bug. Got a nice hug and got to cuddle her kitten (I have the claw marks to prove it). She seems ok, for the most part. For my sanity, I don't ask too many questions.
Suzi, just this morning on my way to work I was thinking that I should've asked for a tour of your office while I was in town... because I'm nosey like that.
Now? Now I'm kinda glad we stayed far away from where you work. It sounds like a dangerous place to be associated with.
~ma to the temp and her sister and her family. And ~ma to you as well since this means you have even less help getting stuff done. Three weeks, girlie.
It's all very explainable until you get into archaeological theory and at that point people start backing away slowly.
I wouldn't. I'm a little obsessed about archaeology, though. It's one of things I've been known to explain about when I've been drinking. (The more I drink, the more I explain things. It's better than hitting on my friends' significant others, I suppose, and usually safer than dancing on the bar.)
Want beer. Want beer now. Want Teppy's brother's beer.
I am, however, backing away slowly from Suzi's work place.
Nicole, you KNOW I live on a hell hole and yet, you slept at my house. You are already screwed. So visiting my office, no big deal.
THREE WEEKS!!!!!! (OMG, too little time to get crud done).
Want beer. Want beer now. Want Teppy's brother's beer.
Hie thee to Vermont. Nice respite from the Georgia summer heat....
t /pimp
Vermont sounds like a great idea. It will probably sound even greater in July.
It's one of things I've been known to explain about when I've been drinking.
This is so very me. Which is why I tend to be around other archaeologists when drunk I think. When I was home at easter I repeatedly bored a lot of friends telling them all about my dissertation, loudly and exitedly, with added slurring.
And now I really want beer. There's LOADS of good pubs in Sheffield for local brews and imports, but pretty much everyone I know is still snowed under with work. Bless and curse my early deadline dates!