I can hurt a demon!! That's right. I'm back. And I'm a BLOODY ANIMAL!
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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.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 06, 2007 3:55:18 am PST #9083 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
SuziQ - Mar 06, 2007 5:39:17 am PST #9084 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
There are something like 10 engineers standing on the other side of my cube talking and talking. They are rehearsing for an interview, inclusing how they walk in the room, so they are loitering outside my cube driving me BATSHIT crazy. The iPod and headphones are NOT ENOUGH.
sj - Mar 06, 2007 6:00:03 am PST #9085 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Yay, sleep vw!
Sorry about the annoying asshats, Suzi.
Glamcookie - Mar 06, 2007 6:05:18 am PST #9086 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Ugh. My left eye was bugging me all day yesterday and this morning the whole left side of my face is tender and sore. I've had this happen before but I have no idea what it is. It is really grouchy-making.
SuziQ - Mar 06, 2007 6:06:30 am PST #9087 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
They are now IN the conference room, the door is shut. I can still hear them. SNARL.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 06, 2007 6:14:35 am PST #9088 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
It sounds very windy and cold outside! I stayed home to fight Teh Ick. It's more precautionary than anything else. Also, I called to figure out what was up with the discrepancy between the number of pills I was prescribed and the number I actually received (and paid $40 for). Relief!
The Sears guy is here to fix our oven (hopefully).
Tom is home and will fetch me curry for lunch later.
I should do school work but it's a sick day and I don't wanna.
Took my first dose of new meds this morning. Will wait here patiently to get better in the brain.
JZ - Mar 06, 2007 6:15:27 am PST #9089 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
We have 16 games scheduled. All the weeknight games are at 7:00.
Aaagh. That's a schedule to die for. Hec's schedule is ridiculous. When I saw it, I said, "Who the hell can do that? Who can leave at 3:30 eleven days in six weeks for their kid's baseball games without getting smacked down hard for it, except people who run their own businesses?" And Hec ran down the list of coaches and pointed out that practically all of them, except for himself and a couple other poor saps, do in fact own their own businesses. Well, bully for them. It's just a peachy schedule for them. For everyone else on the planet who isn't living the fucking dream, it sucks.
Grr. I'm feeling very surly and protective of David, with the book deadline and the sick baby and the day job and all. The only upside to it is that his rant to the other coaches about the schedule is a thing of snarling dyspeptic beauty. If he ever writes a Little League novel, I plan to insist that he cannibalize it.
sj - Mar 06, 2007 6:17:59 am PST #9090 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
That Little League schedule really is evil. How is Matilda feeling today?
Topic!Cindy - Mar 06, 2007 6:18:07 am PST #9091 of 10001
What is even happening?
Brainma, Nora. It is too cold out. If the kids hadn't missed so much school due to illness, I totally would have kept them home, today.
Suzi, I'm sorry about the asshats.
Aims - Mar 06, 2007 6:19:12 am PST #9092 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
That is all. Just a quick cheap-shot-post-at-Aims-&-run kinda thing...
Shut it, you. Else I'll create my own Boston Tea Party the next time I see you and throw YOU into the drink.
Don't think I can't - I am freakishly strong and have powerful monkey toes.
(Also? I can't see the typo. I am blind.)