Fay, I just sent you a whole bunch of files. Hope you like them.
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
(Was walking to school this morning all but dancing to The Devil Came Down To Georgia, and thought to self, self, you need more country music.)
Self might want to ask smonster and juliana for any further country they may happen to have stashed, if self likes what Lee has sent her. Corb is Teh Bomb-Diggety, though. He is, in fact, rumballs.
Self can also ask Plei.
I got to talk to Emily. And now I need to chill out and get to bed. Big meeting with the lawyer tomorrow.
I've got ideas for two pieces of writing bouncing around in my head. But, I think I'm too tired to get them down on paper. But, I'm afraid they're gonna be gone in the morning.
Can confirm the rumballness of Corb.
Why can't I relax? I feel strung so fricking tight. I took a bath with a lavendar bath bomb and basically tapped my foot through the whole thing.
Self may not have gotten all of them, but I am working on it again.
I interrupt this thread to say I love my neighborhood. A frined noticed that some throat singers from tuva needed a place to say while touring CA. Since one of the early dates he had with his wife was to see Throat singers - he said hey, lets do it. She said yes , but can we really fit 3 ? the throat singers said - this is cool, can we build a yurt in your back yard . So there is a yurt being built in my neighborhood. and tonight , and impromptu concert by Tuvan throat singers - the wildest music. I live in a good place.
now I can say yay for vw -
and yay for Cash's sister
and aww cutie babies.
and thanks to the the Laistas that entertained matt. he had much more fun than usual...
Very, very cool neighborhood, beth.
go here
listen to 10 an d 15 to get some idea of what we heard tonight
remember - most of those sounds were made by vice 0 in the throat, we had three singers - and we all kept looking at instruments that couldn't have made the sounds the voices ( throats) were makeing.