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 first thing I heard form my clock radio this morning was that someone attacked the US Embassy in Athens,
I RAN to my laptop to check on Raq. Thanks for posting in Beep Me.
I love Tivo online scheduling, someone mentions a good show, I go to the website and record it. What I don’t love is that it’s VERY exact. I put in “iconoclast” and it couldn’t find it until I added the “s” feh.
On the other hand, whenever I see RPG, I think "rocket-propelled granade." It has made me do a double take on many a game-related post.
Me too. (and Sail) Must be the military thing.
BFG BFG BFG. Big freaking gun? Battlestar Galactica with a weird lisp? I got nuthin'.
Big friendly giant?
Congrats to J & E! YAY! But really, how could they reject you two? You guys rock! (Besides, if they had said no, we would have had to drown them in "Save Our Co-op Bid!" emails and mail bras to them in clear plastic bags, and no one wants that.)
Brenda WOOT on escaping evil job!
BFG BFG BFG. Big freaking gun? Battlestar Galactica with a weird lisp? I got nuthin'.
Big fucking gun. Unless you are youngish and then I would make something up. In which case, big freaking gun it is. Or big fella gun? Bug free gun?
Congrats, Jess! And brenda!
Thanks to Raq posting last night (from my persepctive, anyway) I was able to NOT wake up all worried when NPR told me the about the explosiion this morning. Phew!
Oh, and in FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK news, I broke a hundred dollar bottle of perfume this morning. I grabbed it, it slipped out of my hand and flew across the bathroom. Lovely arc, enough time for me to say 'no no no no no', and smack! Luckily, the expensive perfume has thick glass and broke into two main pieces, so I was able to save a tiny bit. But. FUCK.
Big fucking gun. Unless you are youngish and then I would make something up. In which case, big freaking gun it is. Or big fella gun? Bug free gun?
Oh, it really is! I thought I was just being silly.
I try not to post like Cheney talks, in hopes that I'll stop talking like Cheney talks. Please to know the word doesn't offend me. It's rather like chocolate and coffee are, for me. I don't know when to stop, so I'm better off if I don't start. Some day, the dam is liable to burst and you'll come into the thread and see a post full of Cheneyisms.
In other news, despite my recent and mostly successful trip to Target, and the mall, my anxiety has sprung into overdrive over the last couple of weeks, and I'm suspecting it's mostly my fault because of my extreme caffeine abuse. I'm trying to cut down, so I can do thing like make it through a visit to my son's class, without having to make a pit stop at the nurse's office, because my sensors are so on hyper alert.
Dammit.
Oh, Vortex. I bet the bathroom smells nice, though, huh?
Yay for brenda! Boo for no more insano office updates, though.
{{{Cindy}}}
God, if I thought caffeine would give me anxiety attacks, I would resign myself to going Cave!BuffyAmy and never leaving the house again.
Raq, so very glad y'all are okay. Phew.
Jess! Great news on the co-op!
Vortex, that sucks. I'm sorry.
YAY Brenda!
I hate my sinuses. That is all.
God, if I thought caffeine would give me anxiety attacks, I would resign myself to going Cave!BuffyAmy and never leaving the house again.
Yeah. But I've even felt a mild adrenaline (sp? don't care) at home. Scott's worked at home a lot since Christmas, so we go through the coffee sooner, so he makes a second pot. Now, if he went to work, I'd drink the lion's share of the first pot, but he does have a couple of cups, and I don't make more once it's gone. He doesn't have all that much more out of the second pot, but I still drink it 'til it's gone. And Tuesday, I had a nighttime meeting to attend, as well. At first, I resisted the coffee. I even resisted the (still warm when they arrived) homemade cookies my friend brought, because I knew I'd want to wash them down with coffee.
Then the meeting went on forever, and the room was cold. I finally had one cup, then another. I was suprised I went to sleep well, that night. But my bad-dest day was Wednesday, and I think my nervous system is just in full out revolt.
I drank coffee like a normal person yesterday, and then switched to O.J., and then water, and felt much, much better. I'm still shaky, because anxiety perpetuates itself, but I can tell the difference already.
