Can't. Watching Heroe's. Then the Sunset 60 on the strip thingy (whatever it's called, the name is too dang long). Shows are so much better when you can skip thru the commercials.
'Why We Fight'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
I think I'm done. Statistics will officially be a thing of the past in 18 minutes, but I've done all I'm gonna do. I had two teammates completely fall of the face of the earth. Makes school FUN.
Wish me headache free sleep. I HAVE to go to work tomorrow. Headache or not.
Cass is cute when she stalks drivers.
Except, in this case, I think she was stalking coffee. Not that she wouldn't have stalked the driver if she'd realized who he was, but...Technically I was stalking coffee at the time, but mostly cause I didn't realize that it was Jimmy freakin Vasser that I was worried would smush my bumper.
Once I realized, my advanced multistalker training kicked it and I was a freakin ninja.
Except my dad said I shouldn't bonk him on the head and put him in my trunk. Guy's got all these rules, it turns out...
So we got coffee instead.
It was a long weekend, there were other driver stalking opportunities.
::cough::paradetruck::cough::
I only *talked* about hikacking the parade truck. It was *full* of drivers. Many of them that I like... It was opportunity apacing.
then, you'd have ALL the drivers...
It was my game plan. It wasn't a good game plan, but it was mine. Or, actually, yours.
It was all yours. I have the voice mail.
Curse my habit of leaving a trail of evidence. Also for yabbering when faced with hot fast boys.
We should go to Brazil...