'Selfless'
[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.
If I were to have a boychild today, I would be hard pressed not to name him Damien, which I probably wouldn't, but my lord would I be tempted. I mean, I like the name anyway, but...
Health-ma to your cousin, Spridra.
Sleep for vw (but not until tonight).
Marystophiles. Ha! I shouldn't admit that there was a Luciferous Lucy in my past whom another friend and I did nickname Lucyfer, should I? Not Very Nice of us, though we only used it privately. But she really was very Luciferous.
She glowed in the dark?
Lucyfer
This cracks me up because our dog's name is Lucy and we call her Lucyfer (or, alternately, LucyFurry) all the time.
Health~ma to your cousin, Spidra!
Sleep~ma for vw!
{{{Aimee}} Is there anyone to smite?
My mom voted before she went into the hospital and kept her sticker. This morning she stuck it to her forehead and has been confounding the folks who come into her room.
Some health~ma would be appreciated today. She should be undergoing her procedure any time now. Unfortunately she didn't know how long it would take, so I'm going to be all distracted until I hear from her again. Blarg.
Is there anyone to smite?
Can you smite these idiots from two years ago who can't properly label their protocols and keep changing very important characteristics without modifying dates or versions or protocol numbers such that I have NO IDEA HOW TO FILE THIS THING?
Or, hell, even if this trial ever came to fruition, because if it didn't, I needn't bother.
Much ~ma for your mom, Suzi.
Is there anyone to smite?
Just myself.
May I always be pretty and funny and everyone love me!
There, I feel better now.
{{{Suzi}}} Tons of procedure~ma for your mom.
Much ~ma, Suzi. I hope you get good news soon so you can stop worrying.
Nice smite, Aimee, but you might as well have said "keep everything exactly the same"
I had a dream that I found a lost toddler on an elevator. He was an adorable Indian boy with huge brown eyes and a great big smile. Another woman on the elevator was trying to take him from me but I was worried she would keep him so I was very protective. When I got to the lobby with him, there was a huge search going on for him. Then I woke up. Now I want to interpret it...