Tara ,'Storyteller'
[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.
Good news! Finally got W on the phone. I am not Wanted. There was much mocking of me. But still, I live to speed another day.
::Starts Celebratory Tussle! Looks askance at Astarte on the assumption that it will induce joinage. Tussle, tussle!::
edit: Y'know, capitalizing that "i" is just reflex sometimes.
Can you guess how we'll be spending our evening?
Er, looking for a new apartment?
More likely unearthing this one. It's a disaster.
sj gets to clean!
which is what I should do , but I am not...
::Starts Celebratory Tussle! Looks askance at Astarte on the assumption that it will induce joinage. Tussle, tussle!::
I'm a thrill, but not a cheap one.
I need to kill off a couple more dancing, apple cheeked dolls before I can indulge in tusslage.
You have no one but yourself to blame...
Hey, Stavros the Embassy Dog made it onto TV: [link]
Heh. I just realized that the potential buyers should be here right in time for the Saturday afternoon screamfest courtesy of the upstairs neighbors. I hope they don't miss it.
And I thought Lady Macbeth, the compulsive cleaner upstairs was bad... Man, there are times I miss the drug dealers.(And no, not for material...much)
The drug dealers that used to live upstairs from me were very quiet and nice to me. Of course, we went to the same high school.
Drug dealers make fine neighbors, actually. They don't complain about your music, rat you out to the HOA, and all you ever hear are their vacuums. Of course they have a lot of friends come by for two minutes. LM must move her furniture every day...thump, thump, thump.