My mother just uttered the phrase "Working like a nigger." I don't know these people and I don't want to be here.
I'm sorry. You were going to ask me to choose, right? Did you want to finish?
Zoe ,'War Stories'
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.
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:22:56 am PST #7221 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
Volans - Dec 25, 2006 11:23:21 am PST #7222 of 10004
move out and draw fire
In the spirit of Christmas happiness, I give you Malpix: [link]
Pix - Dec 25, 2006 11:24:41 am PST #7223 of 10004
The status is NOT quo.
Sorry you're having such a lousy Christmas day, sweetie. Wish you were here.
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:26:12 am PST #7224 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
I wish I were working the assembly line in a shit factory.
Pix - Dec 25, 2006 11:27:15 am PST #7225 of 10004
The status is NOT quo.
Get out of the house. Run away.
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:27:58 am PST #7226 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
Dinner is apparently cooking. I will try to escape after that.
Strix - Dec 25, 2006 11:32:46 am PST #7227 of 10004
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I had to sleep curled up like a shrimp on a cracker last night -- loveseat in the computer room!
Mmm. That's all I got.
Drink. I KNOW you have a flask. Use it, KiltyMan.
Strix - Dec 25, 2006 11:32:52 am PST #7228 of 10004
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:35:17 am PST #7229 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
The last thing I want to be is drunk around these lunatics.
Laura - Dec 25, 2006 11:56:13 am PST #7230 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.
Storm has been weathered, with only one person sobbing on the porch and one getting a severe talking-to.
I probably need the talking to part. I've been meltdown city today. I even had DH call his family and tell them not to come to dinner. Then I later had him call them back and say to come again.
t basketcase mode The whole thing has been too much. I've had to beg, plead, and bribe the kids to get the little decorating done. I'm tired of year after year doing everything. Decorating, cooking, cleaning, shopping. Then this morning, shock and so not surprise, not even a single present for mom. Nope, not one, only the stuff I got for myself, and even some of that gone. I had bought orange juice and champagne for myself to have a Christmas morning mimosa. Kids drank my orange juice. I really could go on and on. But I still have chores to do. Whatever. Next year, I'm going somewhere and being waited on. t /end whiney whine