Tara ,'Empty Places'
[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.
Heya, Sonus.
Aw, sj. Thank you sweetie, but it's not really a hug-needing moment (not that I'm complaining about hugs from you!). I just needed to acknowledge that, because I think there's some more life-changing moments coming up that I need to be free & clear for.
The Design goes well. It's exciting, having enough advance prep time to give the director rehearsal sound cues on or before the first day.
Favorite sound cue made as yet: The sound of Johann Kuhnau, Bach's predecessor at the Thomaskirche, having a stroke and collapsing dead into his organ keyboard, while playing his rather flashy 4th Biblical Sonata. Not just the basic dog barks and doorbells.
I'm glad we don't have to explain Aimée to you.
HEY! I need no explanation. It doesn't take a genius to figure out how fabulous I am.
And watch how you talk to your Empress.
Sheesh.
We are back home. It was outpatient. The doc wanted a look in person, as it is hard to diagnose over the phone, but after seeing her, and performing a quick procedure, we are back, and hopefully staying here until our follow up appointment on the 7th.
Our house still smells like paint fumes though, which makes me pretty effin' unhappy. The people at the housing board apparently really don't care about anything, let alone anything like stupid health problems.
The Empress needs no explanation.
See?
bats eyelashes
Welcome, Sonus.
Do we have more theatre people than actuaries now?
It's quite possible.
I am going to get drunk now. See yall later.
And watch how you talk to your Empress.
I wasn't talking to you, Glorificus oh sweet...thou. I was speaking of you.
The Empress needs no explanation.
Which is good, as she defies it.
We are back home. It was outpatient. The doc wanted a look in person, as it is hard to diagnose over the phone, but after seeing her, and performing a quick procedure, we are back, and hopefully staying here until our follow up appointment on the 7th.I'm so glad you're back home.
Our house still smells like paint fumes though, which makes me pretty effin' unhappy. The people at the housing board apparently really don't care about anything, let alone anything like stupid health problems.Sheeesh. Did you get to talk to a live person, Sean, or did you have to leave a message?