Woot! I have an interview in D.C. at the end of the month!
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.
I can't get to the target link. I think Aimee broke it.
Yay Sparky—good luck!
Looks like I'll be heading to your fair shores for my impending nuptials. Boston someplace, to be exact. And the boy wants to take me to New York, I think.
Empress dear, I'm only flinching a little bit
Hee. I'll just never forget your face when I pulled out my celedon green, cable knit, turtleneck sweater last year. Priceless. :)
I did not break the Target link.
Vortex did.
You should have seen the look on Pete's face when I turned up at their house wearing a brown courderoy kilt.
You should have seen the look on Pete's face when I turned up at their house wearing a brown courderoy kilt.
Was it "At last, my prince has arrived!"?
Whoohoo, Sparky! Good luck.
So, Jars, how many Buffistas does it take to get another Buffista married? You will be in the Boston area, after all.
If anyone is interested, I posted my first school essay in my LJ. [link]
Keep in mind it's my first academic paper ever and therefore, not that fab.
I don't even know which Buffistas are in the Boston area. My American geography leaves much to be desired. Though I do now know that Vermont isn't in Canada, so that's a start. Also, the ceremony itself is me, the boy and however many witnesses we need. Other than that, we still have no freaking clue what's going on, pretty much.