I want a dance sandwich with a Ms. Marcontell filling.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
Oh, like we ever would've left leftovers.
It's like she made it happen by putting it out in the universe.
Do not taunt happy fun universe!
(Or, you know, do, since it seems to have worked out pretty well in La Tep's case...)
Ok. I laughed so hard that Toto came to see what was up.
It's like she made it happen by putting it out in the universe.
Quiet, all y'all! I didn't go looking for it, that's for sure. But you love who you love. And he doesn't wear makeup.
(As if that makes a difference.)
(But DAMN, he looks good in a short, tight skirt and 5-inch heels. Guh.)
t waves to Bitches
VBP (Very Bitches Post): I am typing this from the stylist's chair at the hair salon. I'm finally getting my high and lowlights redone and getting a much needed cut. (Don't get too excited, Hec, it's still a longish bob.) Don't really have the spare cash to do this, but I haven't touched the color since last summer and haven't had a cut since November. It was time.
Ahhhhhh, takeout. Nothing like having someone bring me fried chicken and cheese fries at the end of a shittastic day like today.
I desperately need to do something with my hair. I haven't gotten it cut since September, and I haven't dyed it since...I have no idea. But when one of your male co-workers* asks you "So, are you ever going to dye your hair again?" you know you've let it go too long...
(*For values of "male co-worker" that do not equal Hec, if you work with Hec.)
Jess, I think that I'm going to be a little disturbed, to tell you the truth, if the Altersproglet is NOT born with blue hair.
Y'know, that looks suspiciously like what our plan was when we bought the house. I am sad to report that the plan didn't quite work that way.
Nods along.
Mm, microbrews! I had no beer tonight. But I did have ice cream. Why is Vermonty Python not as delicious as I think it should be? Well, that'll keep me from devouring it in the dark middle of the night, snarfing and drooling like some wild animal.
Yeah. Good times.
Tom is sick. I am tired. I need about 2 more hours in each day and I'm not sure how to do it. My therapist suggested trying to swing a shorter work week. Which is GODDAMN so appealing. If they kept paying me the same, that is. Wait. Oh. Never mind.
Plan:
1) stay at Institute Of Higher Education long enough to get Master's Degree.
2) stay at Institute long enough to get vested (2 more years exactly. Today's my 3 year anniversary here)
3) ORGANIZE!!!
Jess, I think that I'm going to be a little disturbed, to tell you the truth, if the Altersproglet is NOT born with blue hair.Or at the least -- disappointed.
(Don't get too excited, Hec, it's still a longish bob.)
Ms. Pixie Supreme, I think that cut looks great on you. I'm just going to like it anyway.
You can't make me hate it!
Jess, it's sometimes better to just let it grow when you're pregnant. After the baby and your hormones shift, it may come in less thick or a slightly different texture. That's a good time to get it cut.