Willow ,'Never Leave Me'
[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.
"Comrades! Ve vill fight the capitalist debauched force by cramps, crankiness, and bloating! Also, crying."
My gosh, it is like you have a spy cam on my life right now.
Current focus of my ire. The US Post Office. Or the Oakland A's. Or at least their ticketing group. I have 60 folks who have paid to go to Saturday's game and yet I have nary a ticket in hand. Snarl.
Damn commies, count me in. Though, having conquered, it appears they may be on to new and better things soon.
Damn commies are early. Damn commies will be giving the illusion of "self control" this weekend should Nice Boy and I end up smooching at my Birthday Party.
You're doing much better with it than I ever would, that's for damn sure.
Well, I don't know, I think childbearing (not to mention childrearing) trump a lot of my stressors.
But thanks, y'all. I have conquered some work stuff and some school stuff and am feeling marginally more competant and in control of things.
Also, I have started therapy, which will hopefully help with Stuff. (just started yesterday)
seekrit message for ChiKat: YES!
Have been on hold long enough to have the whole "on hold" message memorized. I WANT A HUMAN, DARN IT.
The commies retreated in defeat from my shores a couple of days ago.
I will not smoke. I will not smoke. I will not smoke. I will not cut people with a ream of paper. And I will not smoke.
Nora: Yay!
Aimee, if the people deserve to be cut with a ream of paper, then you should give them what they deserve. IJS.
Cut them with a ream of paper and tell them you're doing less damage than you would be exposing them to second-hand smoke.
FTR:
My mac-n-cheese took a loooooooooong time to get here. And it is decidely overpriced... but boy-howdy is it GOOD.