I'm around! Madly typing a worksheet. And, oddly, having a conversation with the little sister of the girl I'm... dating, I guess, in that we're going on dates. Why is my generation so stupid about that word, that now it has so much more meaning to me?
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.
Not really around since I am headed for bed. Just a quick skip to end to say...
Happy Birthday billytea!
and goodnight....
Hi everyone.
Spent all day today working on research. It's a little scary. It's not "prove this" anymore, it's "look at this stuff and see if there's anything interesting there." It's a little bit overwhelming.
But tomorrow, I'm going out with some friends to see an Israeli hip-hop group, so that ought to be fun, at least.
{{{vw}}} The evening has got to be better.
Oh! It was SO much better!
When was the last time you saw any of those doctors in the sunshine?
Hmmm…good question!
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Tonight was SO much fun! I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in a while.
Apparently, when vw gets REALLY drunk…I mean, TRASHED…she flirts shamelessly with anyone in sight. But the best part? Apparently she flirts in a Southern accent.
Where in all of tarnation did I pick up a southern accent for flirting purposes?
Oh, I guess I should also report, that it seems effective, as a flirting technique
Oh, I guess I should also report, that it seems effective, as a flirting technique
Oh, really now? Do tell, Ms. Bug, do tell.
I'm glad it turned around for you.
Maria! Haven't seen you around in awhile.
Tonight was SO much fun! I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in a while.
Oooh, yay!
Oh, really now? Do tell, Ms. Bug, do tell.
J said I was definitely getting fuck-me eyes. Unfortunately, my southern identity didn't feel up to asking for a phone number. I need to work on that part.
Hi Hil! Welcome back to DC. Are you getting into the swing of things?
J said I was definitely getting fuck-me eyes.
Always a good thing.
Unfortunately, my southern identity didn't feel up to asking for a phone number. I need to work on that part.
Well, tomorrow is another day. You shall never go numberless again.
Hi Hil! Welcome back to DC. Are you getting into the swing of things?
Pretty much, yeah. Still haven't unpacked all my suitcases yet, but I'm working on it. Plus, discovered the new Trader Joe's that finally opened, so there was much rejoicing.
And, vacation ended up a bit more like DC than I'd planned. Turned out W was in K'port at the same time that we were, so I was complaining about Secret Service and motorcades blocking traffic all the time there, too. (And there, they don't just block street traffic. They also block river traffic.)
Neighbor lady then came out and said, "Do you want me to have them move them?" as I was dragging my groceries down the street and up my driveway. I refrained from say, "WTF! Of course I want you to have them move them" and just said, "yes" and refused to look at her.
I would like to think that even if I was so oblivious as to do that, my response would at least be "OMG I'm so sorry we'll move them immediately and help you with the groceries!"