Le tremble.
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.
The Dilemma:
I can't get much work done with people around.
I can't get much work done with no one around because I get lonely and spend way too much time on the internet.
In short; bugger.
Pete is me. Who knew? (It explains how utterly adorable I am, though.) t runs away
Pete is me.
Does that mean Kristin is going to frag me later?
Pete is me. Who knew? (It explains how utterly adorable I am, though.)
I'm pretty sure this means Pete is now on his OWN List.
Pete is me. Who knew?
You think I would have noticed this.
Does that mean Kristin is going to frag me later?
I wish! Alas, the grading and the glavin.
You think I would have noticed this.
I know! No Jilli kisses at all. Sniffle.
Announcement: REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore" is utterly hilarious to me right now. So much so that I've put it on repeat.
Analysis: I may need some sleep. Or Fernet.
Sidebar: This started as K-Bug was driving smonster & me back to the BART station on Saturday. She'd never heard the song, so smonster & I sang almost all of it. Our lyric recall was... impressive.
And even as I wander, I'm keepin' you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter's night...
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I miiiiight!
Announcement: REO Speedwagon's "Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore" is utterly hilarious to me right now. So much so that I've put it on repeat.
stares confusedly
On repeat? As in, willingly listening to that song over and over? Sweetie, you need sleep.
And I can't fight this feelin' anymoooooore
t high-fives Aimee