Honey, I just sent you a job ad from CraigsList.
Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Aims - Dec 13, 2006 8:45:52 am PST #5421 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aims - Dec 13, 2006 8:56:37 am PST #5422 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Something I Just Learned:
The bulding next door to my work?
Films porn.
Miracleman - Dec 13, 2006 8:57:11 am PST #5423 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Honey, I just sent you a job ad from CraigsList.
I need the van tomorrow. I'm goin' to Chatsworth!
Bowm-chika-BOWM-bowm...
SuziQ - Dec 13, 2006 9:00:26 am PST #5424 of 10004
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Of all days to leave my Diazapam at home. Why am I so worried over this call. They are just going to confirm that I am awesome and deserve the highest raise possible. Nevermind that my boss's boss's boss always delegates down and never talks with us plebes directly, and yet she is the one leading this call.
Headdesk.
Aims - Dec 13, 2006 9:00:33 am PST #5425 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I need the van tomorrow. I'm goin' to Chatsworth!
Don't forget the baby oil.
beth b - Dec 13, 2006 9:14:42 am PST #5426 of 10004
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I mailed a package to my sister today - and met a mant mailing apackage to his son in Iraq. Now I'm sending ma~~ to a stranger's son that he gets home around the first of the year and can get married in march.
peace to you and your friends Kristin
and health ma ~~ and raise ma~~~
EpicTangent - Dec 13, 2006 9:32:45 am PST #5427 of 10004
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
You have GOT to be kidding me. I think I have pinkeye. Remember all the illnesses I was whining about yesterday? I feel bad bitching given the levels of crap that so many others are dealing with. But seriously, nibbled to death by ducks. Virus-ridden ducks.
EpicTangent - Dec 13, 2006 9:34:25 am PST #5428 of 10004
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
But also, peace~ma and raise~ma and dealing~ma to the others who need it, since it's not all about me.
Ailleann - Dec 13, 2006 9:42:11 am PST #5429 of 10004
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
OMGWTF.
So we were trying to plan a holiday get-together this weekend, basically as an excuse to all get together and have a nice meal. (Something I thought we were finally old enough to do.)
Now my not!ex, who was going to host the shindig at his apartment, has thrown a hissy fit over the purchase and transport of the bird (which is the responsibility of another person) and isn't going to take responsibility for the turkey and stuffing.
So in addition to not having my friends' presents all completed or wrapped, I now have to do extra shopping, get extra ingredients, and probably spend all of Friday night and Saturday cooking by myself.
Please, help me restrain the urge to slaughter him.
Miracleman - Dec 13, 2006 9:51:29 am PST #5430 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Please, help me restrain the urge to slaughter him.
No. I think you should encourage that urge.
Just think: Slaughtered not!ex is good eating. No more turkey worries.
You may need extra stuffing, however.