FTR, taking shoes off first and *then* pants is the proper order when getting undressed. Opposite for putting clothes on. For some reason, I got confused this evening.
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.
Dave's understandably upset and he's talking it through with you. Which, personally, I think is better than if he clammed up and seethed silently. That would drive you CRAZY, no?
Yes, you're right. Too tired to hop on IM?
Too tired to hop on IM?
Let's find out! If I start talking (typing) gibberish, let me know, k? Hopping toward IM.
Perkins, backflung.
Hey, Bitches? Could you grant me some undefined courage~ma? I'll 'splain later.
Evening, Bitches. I have followed from another thread, but my brain is too muddled to properly say much. Other than "mmm, muddled mojitos".
See, I had to be at work at 6:15 this morning...and then I got home about 5:30pm, and went to bed, and got up at like, 9pm. That was not a good plan.
Oh, meara. That's just sucky.
Courage ~ma, ChiKat. ::waits for 'splaination::
Poor meara.
Yeah, I was planning to leave work earlier, but didn't get a chance. And then I should've gotten up after like, an hour nap. I even got a phone call at like, 7pm, and answered it, and talked to her...and then went back to sleep. But then I got up because I was starving! And knew that if I tried to sleep through the night, I'd end up awake at 3AM.
I make a better mojito than any one I've had in a bar.
The key? Organic spearmint. Then I ignite the rum, sugar and some scumbled mint together to make the rummy minty syrup.