There's a form for that. Problem is, the Scientologists have it.
Nothing is worth that. Although tonight I am tempted.
'Destiny'
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There's a form for that. Problem is, the Scientologists have it.
Nothing is worth that. Although tonight I am tempted.
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamps.
Tomorrow I call a cat clinic and see if they can see Kittenish. They've got a cattery there as well if she ever needs to stay over. My fingers are crossed that they are good eggs.
Much to do tomorrow. Prolly should have done some of them today.
Anyone still up?
No.
Maybe.
Not so much still up as just got up.
I just got my haircut. All I wanted was it thinned out a little so it wasn't quite so pyramidal...she took a lot off. And now I have a mommy cut.
After, I asked about extensions, and she said, "Oh, you don't want those! They'll drive you absolutely nuts!"
Anybody ever had extensions? Are they craxy-making? High-maintenance?
Oh I refuse to believe you have a mommy cut anyhow. Momy cuts are entirely reliant on attitude.
Can't move. Want to crawl back in bed.
Unrelated, woke up to a voice mail from my old landlord. She got my message and sent the security deposit with a little note. Oh, dear gods. What will that note say? I'm waiting with great anticipation.
Bug, I hope the note is calming and nice.
I need heating pads and orgasms, stat!
Am up, but briefly. The cramps they torture me.