Yay, Calli!!
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 CALLI!!
Thanks! I'm all kinds of bouncy about it right now. And my manger—who gave me a splendid reference, evidently—is all, "I hate you. And congratulations. And did I mention the hate?" Heh.
YAY CALLI!!! WOOT!
Rah! Rah! Calli! That's great news!
The computer folk here, who I normally praise, buy cookies for and otherwise adore, managed to erase all the information my Treo calendar and address book while doing an upgrade. I'm not pleased. I think they're going to have to buy their own cookies for a while.
Heh. And your tag is so appropriate.
(for posterity):
Librarian Warlord
Cool, Calli. Congrats. I got a rock.(/Charlie Brown)
Okay, so I think we might be getting married. I don't think I'm freaking out. Okay, maybe a bit.
Okay, so I think we might be getting married.
Wow! Call the salon and make sure your hair is really pink for the big day. Congratulations!
TMI girly stuff: Stupid period. Changing stupid super plus tampon every 30 minutes. Just bled through second pair of underwear/pants of the day. Back in tears. Bad cramps. Stupid headache. This is all great for how much stuff I have to do at the other apartment. Not much feeling like leaving the house today. Won't even be able to make it over to the Cambridge apartment without bleeding through .