Wooooooot!!!!!
You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
SuziQ - Jul 07, 2006 11:45:59 am PDT #3339 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
-t - Jul 07, 2006 11:48:03 am PDT #3340 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Congratulations, Jen! I suppose you know how to alleviate face pain from excessive smiling now that you're all licensed.
I'm so sorry you have to wait for your next shot, Cashmere, and hope it lasts. This underwriting thing was actually through an actuarial recruiter, and came out of the blue as I've pretty much decided that I need to have passed two exams before anyone will want to talk to me (which this insurance company confirmed, so I feel pretty good about that). That said, these rcruiters are apparently going to try to convince the insurance company that, no, I really am committed. They are way more invested in getting me this job than I am, so nI hope thaht I can work with them again when I really am looking.
libkitty - Jul 07, 2006 11:52:55 am PDT #3341 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
were very rude when the Queen was announced at the jousting. They were HI-larious.
The costumes are nice, but I just love the appropriate rudeness. And really, how often can you say that?!
Lee - Jul 07, 2006 11:58:14 am PDT #3342 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
YAY JEN!
Beverly - Jul 07, 2006 12:06:32 pm PDT #3343 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Congratulations, Jen!
JZ - Jul 07, 2006 12:12:37 pm PDT #3344 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Congratulations on the great (though totally expected, given your brains both spicy and shiny) news, Jen!
Burrell - Jul 07, 2006 12:13:46 pm PDT #3345 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Congratulations, Jen!
And Robin! Ow! My head aches in sympathy for you.
ChiKat - Jul 07, 2006 12:30:20 pm PDT #3346 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Yay, Jen!!!!! While I'm not one whit surprised, I am still happy for you!
ChiKat - Jul 07, 2006 12:32:28 pm PDT #3347 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, I just checked my grade for summer term and I got an A (only took one class). Yay!
Fay - Jul 07, 2006 12:51:15 pm PDT #3348 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Yay Jen!
Bad job, Mumter-Cow and Dadter-Cow! No housepoints for you!
We're doomed. Pirates are clearly the insidious parasitic import that's going to suffocate all the native species.
Duh. Pirates. Of course they're going to show up where they aren't wanted and be all usurpy and swashbuckly.
sighs
There are no pirates in JayTown. Not even a little bit. But there are many, my goodness, MANY, highly unattractive people, whom 20 years ago it would have been perhaps socially acceptable to lable common, and whom it really WOULD NOT be acceptable to call such now. But - my goodness, it's like a social anthropology expedition, venturing into the post office.
I realise that this is highly obnoxious of me. I am highly obnoxious. But I pretty much have kept my nose in a book since, well, birth (Harold Smith's line in Twin Peaks: "I grew up in Boston; well, no, actually I grew up in books." had me jumping and pointing and nodding like a crazy lady), and I spent my formative years being ostracised for not being appropriately working class, or at best looked upon as a strange, incomprehensible species of alien creature ("tha's gorra reet big 'ouse, 'an't tha? 'As 'ta got servants?") on the basis of being middle class...well, I don't know. I just feeling every bit as much a stranger in a strange land as I ever did in Cairo. Which is, of course, why I'm so happy to bugger off around the world - I'm used to not belonging.
Man. The extraordinarily unattractive things that people choose to do to their hair. And the clothes - dear heaven, the unbecoming clothes. And the grim neccesity of breeding as soon as one has hit puberty.
I am the most atrocious snob. I'm perfectly pleasant to everyone, and for the most part they're all very nice, but I really feel like I'm from another planet. And that is far stranger when one isn't making one's way home past women in billowing black with veiled faces, with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the sound of the call to prayer filling the evening air.