River ,'Objects In Space'
[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 want Skyline Chili for dinner. I'm even where I could get some, but I'm not really walking distance to one, and I have no car while I am here. Grrrrrrr.
I just saw in Natter than you have to be back in the theatre at 5:30; otherwise, I'd pick you up after work and take you. As it is, I won't be home until 6 or so.
(And you *could* walk. The walk down might even be nice. The walk back up, however, is a bitch.)
Swear to gods I read that as "rock around the cock".
Swear to gods I read that as "rock around the cock".
If that's what you're into, ain't nobody's place to judge, baby.
The walk to Skyline from the University isn't bad, it's the walk from there to my Hotel that sucks, and is through some not so friendly neighborhoods.
I'll probably be done by 8 or 8:30 tonight.
If that's what you're into, ain't nobody's place to judge, baby.
MWAH!
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.
I'll probably be done by 8 or 8:30 tonight.
If you want Skyline when you're done, call me. Do you have my number?
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.
Actually, I want a prosthetic forehead to wear on my real head.
Exchange with co-worker just now:
Me: Sweetie, can you turn that up or off? I'm freezing. (meaning the AC unit)
Co-worker: t turns up radio
<turns up radio>
Well, the energy of the sound waves imparted to the air molecules in the room would make you a tiny tiny bit warmer.