Huh, so much for my being funny. Like the funny syphilis. With fewer vengeful Indians.
Do I get more hints? I like hints!
[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.
Huh, so much for my being funny. Like the funny syphilis. With fewer vengeful Indians.
Do I get more hints? I like hints!
Aww, poor Cass. You were funnier than even the funny syphillis.
No hints!
I have a really icky headache which seems to be slowly tipping toward migraine-land. Make it go away?
::kisses Kristin's temples and gently rubs::
Kristin, I'm sorry, I think you must have gotten my headache from earlier today. My apologies.
In other news, oh my dear loving CHRIST how much do I miss diner food right now? Answer: a whole hell of a lot. All I'm thinking about is chicken and waffles, pancakes and bacon, eggs and toast and grits and hash browns, my fucking god HASH BROWNS, covered, smothered, and served with a smile. Finished off with apple pie a la mode and in no way good coffee from the pot.
Salivating. Right now.
No soup hints for me!
Sorry about the head, K. Can you take a bath and drink some tea?
SA, your sleep schedule's utterly fucked, girl!
You on IM?
I am now!
Dude, I know, but this is what always happens to me on holiday when I don't have a regular sleep schedule. You know I'm the original night owl.
Thanks for the sympathy. I've taken a whole lot of Advil and eaten dinner, and I'm actually feeling a bit better. Fingers crossed.
You on IM?
Do I have both of your IM names? (I know you weren't talking to me, but I'd love to have them.)
Kristin, I'm sathinks on aim and yahoo. I think you have my gmail one.