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.
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So that's the last day of school over and done. OMG. Where did the year go?
ion, in the Annual Paper Plate Award Ceremony (which we've just had in TGI Friday's beside the Nile) I was presented with the "Co-ordinated Beyond Belief" Award.
I'm very proud. I wear my Issues on my sleeve. Hell, my issues
are
my sleeves.
Well-deserved, Fay.
Well-played, P-C
Lunch!
I don't even know what I was playing.
I am considering buying all three Rilo Kiley CDs because I love them so much yet have no CDs, and I'm on the three-month Amazon Prime trial, so I get free two-day shipping. They're really devious with this thing, because it's totally making me want to buy more stuff from them, those bitches. But it won't be worth paying $76 a year for it, since I don't buy enough to make that worthwhile.
Making money makes me feel all spendy, except I feel bad for buying so much for myself when I'm still supposed to get gifts for, like, half my family, but it's easier to buy things for myself because I know what I want!
Wow...does that mean "pulled-together" or "flexible"? Cause I'm trying to figure out if I missed an opportunity in San Francisco.
Thanks for the ~ma, folks!
I'm glad you have a good feeling about the interview, Katerina Bee. I hope you hear good things from the interviewers soon.
Congrats on your award, Fay! It sounds appropriate.
I'm glad you've escaped jury duty, meara. The only time I've had it (so far) only lasted one day. (Given that we were deliberating over an allegedly stolen sippy cup, I'm glad it didn't last longer.)
Beverly has earwormed me with Finnegan's Wake.
job~ma for Calli and thank you note~ma for KB
hurray for the end of jury duty!
Today sounds like a good day to skip, sj.
(era: have eaten breakfast, still can't type)
I am so bad. I am actually kind of hoping right now that I DON'T get the job. What about all my glorious free time, huh? I have important art projects to do and books to read. I can't be expected to go out into the world and deal with people, I'm special and fragile and unique, like a delicate hot-house flower.
Then I think, oh yeah: paycheck. Makes all that a world of better. Sometimes.
I'd skip today if I get to rewind first and gloss over this morning, which was really harsh.
Skipped to say the bladder infection thing wasn't true. I spent the night in grinding pain, called the dr., went in. Kidney infection.
I'm going to the frickin' lake TONIGHT -- big weekend planned with all my friends, and I am the organizer. But I have antibio's and HOLY FUCKIN CRAP SIXTY DAMNED VICODIN.
So I'll putter around, drink cran, and let my friend drive us down to Springfield tonight.
But if you all hadn't had many convos about kidney infections and the importance of going to the doc ASAP, I would have not known what's going on, and wouldn't have gone so quickly.
So, thanks.
WHOOT! I'm gonna go see this apartment tonight!
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