No LJ for me, either, but status.livejournal.org doesn't list any known problems. Feh.
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.
He's a scout leader.
That settles it. He's definitely a pervert.
Wait a minute. I know some weirdos have screwed over the name of Boy Scouts in the last decade, but when I was in it, it was still a respectable organization.
At least my troop was fairly normal. Filled with weirdos and freaks, but not so much with the perverts.
I can get into the main LJ page, but that is it.
I lost all of the data on my phone last night. Cellphone company has no idea why.
I can't even get to the main page. And LiveJournal taunts me, because I started a (fun, friendly) math(s) kerfuffle between the Brits and Americans, yesterday. I can read comments from Gris, Hil, and my friend nails in my e-mail, but I can't get to my journal.
LJ is working for me again.
Me, too.
A few notices this morning.
A - it is FARCKING COLD IN MY OFFICE (nipples are not happy).
2 - Fay is the new ADORABLE.
III - School teammates suck big time. I got a B- in my Project Management class because our project was so messed up.
d - I need caffine.
That is all. For now. I think.
I said that in matters of cookies I was very equal opportunity, and swung both ways.
One morning I was making my oatmeal (note to Hec: OATMEAL AUDIT!) in the kitchen at work, and another co-worker came in and noticed the cookies on the table. She said "You're being so good, eating oatmeal, when there are cookies right here! I have to have a cookie!"
I said, "Oh, please. I can have oatmeal AND a cookie. When it comes to breakfast, I'm polyamorous."
She said, " 'Polyamorous'....that's a neat word! Does it mean what I think it does? I think I'm going to start using it!"
And I just nodded and smiled, thinking, even if a person isn't poly, wouldn't they be familiar with the word itself? But apparently not.
I have to call a nasty collection agency in a minute, and I still haven't decided what I'm going to tell them. It's a dialectic. I'm either going to say, "Go fuck yourself," or, "Ok. This is what I'm willing to do."
even if a person isn't poly, wouldn't they be familiar with the word itself?
Though the word makes sense in an English-y sense, I had never seen it used until my first visit to the Recs of the same name.