Fay... Hey, babe, sorry I missed you.
'Shindig'
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.
if I don't lose some weight this semester, me and God are gonna have to have a talk about what's a Slow Metabolism and what's Just Mean.
I had that talk. God is still pointing and laughing.
Hey, would you regard it as a selling point if a wine was described as "corpulent and fleshy"?
If I were a zombie looking for a nice red to pair with BRAAAAIINS.
You've got a Merlot made by Hieronymous Bosch?
FAY! BILLYTEA! SMONSTER! Dude, this is a hoppin' place tonight!
Sadly, I have a sick girl in my bed who needs cuddling, so I am here but briefly, to stick my head in from Thursday night (for lo, 'tis not yet Friday here) and say Hullo.
Also, Fay, I read this whole article (I think it was in the NYTimes?) about lesbian Bangkok and now I'm all curious. :)
Heya...
So weirdness.
Today is Ms Havisham's and I 10th wedding anniversary. Doesn't feel like it, we are celebrating it by going to England/Scotland in afew months, but still...
I had that talk. God is still pointing and laughing.
I sometimes take comfort in the idea that a metabolism this slow would have gotten me worshipped a few hundred years ago. But it's a cold comfort.
meara, you have a girl in your bed, a girl you're going to cuddle, and a girl who will feel better because you cuddled her. So, sad, yes. But then a little bit not.
Congrats, CaBil! What's the gift for tenth? And who got to make those gifts up anyway?