Early ,'Objects In Space'
[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.
I'm supposed to be post it somewhere tomorrow for you to nab and play with as necessary.
Sweet!
Remind me, please, that it's better to sell heavy expensive textbooks I'm never going to use again than to take them across the country with me, even if I'm selling them for the cost of a bag of potato chips. Because it feels deeply, deeply wrong.
I hated selling textbooks back, especially for the amazing drop in price. But I've actually never missed them.
Ugh. Someone make me go study. I just kind of don't care, which is terrible.
The scary thing is, if it had been police code, I might have called it.
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Well, he did have very cute kittens.
(Says the girl who once went back to a dodgy stranger's house in the wee small hours in a town in Transylvania on the basis of the cuteness of his 4 week old alsatian puppy, despite the fact that it had come out in our conversation in the pub that he had actually killed people before now.
...He was in the army when the killing-people stuff happened, though. And I was with 2 blokes, so it was 3 of us and one of him. But his old mother was asleep in the house in real Bates Motel style, and the room where we waited for him to fetch more glasses contained masses of junk, including an axe. But it was all fine. No, really.)
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The lure of the puppy is powerful, 'tis true.
{{{Hil}}} Tons of health~ma to your mom.
Gronk. Yup, I think that's all I have right now.
I'm having a very bad day. Got permission to come in late to work. worried I'm going to be late for that.
When I get in I'm going to ask if I can stick around for a few hours and then go home. Don't know what I'm going to tell my supervisor, except I think I'm pmsing hard. Haven't taken my meds correctly. Which is stupid but I'm in this stupid stubborn phase right now and trying to self sabatoge. And owe my therpaist money so I cna't see her.
{{askye}} take care of you. Self-sabatoge? oh noes.
I am fully aware of the 420 slang.
I am wearing a super cute linen shirt today. It's bright yellow! I could be useful in a blackout emergency!
Gronk.
....
S'all I got.
{{{askye}}} Please try to take care of yourself. I know it's difficult.
My contribution to this child has been compared to fungus. This is my role.
It's a vital role, nevertheless.
Emily, DH kept all of his math textbooks. We've lugged those things around with every move. BUT he's often returned to them for reference. Math is funny like that.
I don't even think he bothered to purchase text books for other classes. He may have borrowed from the library and from classmates to get by.
Me, I'd sell my textbooks in the middle of the class for money for a slice of pizza.
I'm going to curse myself by bragging on Olivia's sleeping. She transitioned seemlessly to the crib. And by seemlessly, I mean putting her down at 9 p.m. and her sleeping undisturbed in the crib until 8 freakin' a.m. FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK IN A ROW. Between that, and putting Owen down awake at 8:30 and him sleeping until 7:30, I'm getting more sleep than ever and that makes me a very, very happy person. Of course, now that I've said that, something will happen and they will both wake up at 3 a.m. sometime this week.