Aww. Still, a coffee call is a Good Thing.
In our days of courtship, the SO brought me Sprite and tucked me in a blanket during the Great Strep Incident, and I knew it was luuuv. It had to be, 'cause I smelled awful.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aww. Still, a coffee call is a Good Thing.
In our days of courtship, the SO brought me Sprite and tucked me in a blanket during the Great Strep Incident, and I knew it was luuuv. It had to be, 'cause I smelled awful.
Someone please talk to me. I'm stuck outside a girls' bathroom chaperoning a 9th/10th grade dance, and Bithces is ded like a ded thread. Pretty please?
I think Sartre imagined your current position, Kristin.
Ugh.
Damn you people with your "lives" and "sleeping"!
Have all my Buffistas forsaken me?? It's not even my Jesus year! (Which, btw, I was relieved to find out, because if it had been 31, I'd only have a couple months left of it...which would have been a bummer! I mean, I plan to get my mileage out of my Jesus year.)
Have I mentioned how painfully bored I am?
ETA: Plei!! Oh thank God. I am indeed trapped in an author's nightmare, but I think it's Dante's 9th/10th ring of hell.
Hee! When I was that age, I loved school dances with a desperate passion.
But I was a geek, so I never danced with anybody. But I loved to dance! And, O, the dramas.
I'm here. but i'm going to bed soon. Have you had the classic clearly gay teen dancing awkwardly with his soon to be fag hag?
This school dance phenomenon...makes me feel like an alien. But other people's high schools make me feel awkward enough.
On the upside, I'm sipping a triple macchiato.
Vortex, I didn't see it...but it's a girls' school, so maybe the awkward teen soon-to-be gay boys are too freaked to come. Or maybe it's just that I've been stuck outside a bathroom all night and haven't had the chance to witness it. Argh.
I'm out of here in 10 minutes. It's a very good thing that I'll be wiping this memory away with copious amounts of alcohol tomorrow night.
ETA: ita, macchiato sounds YUM.
macchiato sounds YUM.
I've become strangely acclimated to them.
Hopefully it takes the edge off and I can sleep. Perhaps in front of BSG, as precedent has been set.
Mmm, macchiato.
Perhaps in front of BSG, as precedent has been set.
Hey, it worked for me! In fact, I'm about to go try it again.