Tummy meds helped tummy - good. Tummy meds made me slow and paranoid - less good. Flopped Kittenish on the chenille throw on my feet - quite good. Life is a series of cost/benefit analysis. Also a series of correcting typos.
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.
Also a series of correcting typos.
Tell the drunk girl about it.
Tell the drunk girl about it.It's this thing where you think you know what you want to say and then your fingers are suddenly acting like ice-skating monkeys and then you can't even remember what you were going to type even if you could get the letters to appear on the screen in a reasonably accurate order.
It's like that.
Or like being really, really unpleasantly stoned.
A toast: To teachers!
For real.
Here's to all the unwaveringly patient souls that put up with my scatterbrained tigger-like bouncing ADHD learning style during my 20+ years of schooling...
:: raises a glass ::
Slainté, teachers!
Exactly like that, or getting hit in the head with a large gold brick wrapped in a lemon skin.
Here's to all the unwaveringly patient souls that put up with my scatterbrained tigger-like bouncing ADHD learning style during my 20+ years of schooling...
Are you saying that ended with the end of school?
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and then your fingers are suddenly acting like ice-skating monkeys
We have to see that! Monkeys on skates! They're so irrational!
Emily, after re-reading I see clearly that I have erred on the side of Be a Dominating Teacher when you needed more It Takes A Year To Make a Classroom.
Which is true. It's an evolving relationship. With several different classes.
Also? You can come over here and watch videos and let us feed you potent alcoholic drinks anytime. You can bring AcrossTheHall Teacher if you like, too.
The netnanny blocked me from checking out Plei's haircut. Reason? "Nudity:online storage"
Online storage pr0n MUST BE STOPPED.
Bedtime! Love y'all! To little below quantum bits.
Exactly like that, or getting hit in the head with a large gold brick wrapped in a lemon skin.You know, a pangalacticgargleblaster might help right now. Or kill me. It's a toss up.
runs awayWay to welcome the new guy. But I am guessing you know him. Her. I swear I read the profile... Did I mention the dazed and confused?
Oops, I should hello as well. Hi, SonusExMachina.