yay brenda! I sure hope you get this.
'Shindig'
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.
YAY Brenda!
BEING AN ADULT IS HARD.
This is why we should all read the fine print.
I love Emmet's sexual conversation SO MUCH. I kinda wish my exposure to sexual knowledge had been so matter-of-factly handed down by authority figures, rather than having to be picked up on the sly from the internets.
Hippo Birdies, erika.
I missed exactly what happened to Cass, but it sounds like a heartbreaky thing, and those suck. So, ((Cass))
In personal news - the honeymoon period is apparently completely over. My students were right bastards today.
In personal news - the honeymoon period is apparently completely over. My students were right bastards today.
Another example of why we need to read the fine print. Silly students, BE GOOD!
Pardon me. I seem to have the hiccups.
It's cool. I'm gonna have dinner, breathe, and slap a seating chart on them tomorrow.
Yay, Brenda!
Give them hell, Gris.
Go brenda! Rock those interviewers' worlds!
Gris is an authority figure!
I find it useful to play hookie from grown-upness now and then. It's probably not resposible and smart, but it's nice while it lasts.
I never ate lunch today. That would be why I'm sudddenly very hungry. Must go find some food.
(eta an elusive apostrophe)
go brenda
I am feeling vaguely whiny now. want to take a nap . want DH to say yay me for finishing the wall ( he did) , I want presents for doing laundry while painting, and want to pretend the tub drain isn't slow.and I really don't want to go to work.
but other people have bigger problems. Including Dh - who had a machine die that he has being warning his co about for years. he could use some ressurection ma~~~ . or save all the data ma anyway.
really I wanted it all to be about me today .
I kinda wish my exposure to sexual knowledge had been so matter-of-factly handed down by authority figures, rather than having to be picked up on the sly from the internets.
I already know there's no possible way I can be as matter-of-fact with the Halloweenie as her brother's mom is with him, but a plan is in place. I have made a mutual pact with the mother of my 3-year-old goddaughter (or, almost 3 -- I don't remember the actual date, but I know it was the night that "Conversations With Dead People" aired) that we will act as each other's daughter's cool aunties, the hip big-city writer retro-chick (me)/Euro-chic former model law professor (her) who is way more truthful and trustworthy and sexy than Mom, who can be blunt and bold and will make sure she knows her way around the contraceptive aisle at Walgreen's. Neither one of us can handle even thinking about all those discussions with our own daughters, but each other's? No problem!