I want a cigarette case as well but I don't know what I could use it for, so I have none.
My friend K uses one as a credit card/ID case. Very handily sized. I kinda want one too, if I didn't have a wallet roughly the size of an iceberg.
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I want a cigarette case as well but I don't know what I could use it for, so I have none.
My friend K uses one as a credit card/ID case. Very handily sized. I kinda want one too, if I didn't have a wallet roughly the size of an iceberg.
Phew. Poor JZ was thoroughly frazzled by the time I got home this evening. Matilda's been a fuss-butt supreme.
I made JZ a superdelicious double veggie patty cheeseburger served on an English Muffin (mayo, mustard, lettuce) with mushrooms sauteed in butter. And a big glass of red wine.
Now we are filling the baby to the top with milk in the hopes that this will stone her ass into a stupor. Fussa!
Also the car will cost a berjillion dollars to fix. Good thing we paid down that credit card. @@
On the plus side, I had a great writing day. Like...the best writing day I've had since 1986. The key, as it turns out, is even MORE caffeine. Very productive. Also helped to have the window seat at a cafe on a rainy day.
Did I smoke on Saturday too? I think I did actually.I saw you smoke at least one cig Saturday night. Not sure if more than that one, though.
So I'm taking a poll. I should be grading, but I'm not. Should I
A.) take a nice foamy, bubbly bath
B.) go to bed early
C.) watch dumb TV
Yes, I know that "grade" is not on the list. Shut up.
Bath!
C is always the answer.
Did I mention that this question has a write-in option? Other suggestions are also welcome.
Other suggestions are also welcome.
There's always room for booze.
Watching dumb TV gets my vote. Something fluffy like Friends, maybe.
{{{JZ and Hec}}} I forgot to commiserate about the car. Stupid cars. they build them with radar, I think, to break down at the Worst Possible Time.
Poor Matilda. Life is hard when you're still figuring out how to move your arms and legs independently. I'm willing to bet she sleeps a bit tonight, though!
Happy Birthday, Hil!
My grandfather smoked unfiltered Chesterfields starting when he was 16. He died at 65 of a heart attack right after he was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer.
(Okay, you smokers know that. But it's what I think of whenever someone says "Chesterfields.")
Plei! I'm supposed to remind you about Farscape recs.
remind remind remind.