If I didn't know differently, I'd swear you were on the phone with my sister, Connie.
Ginger, you have my sympathy. I have such a headache.
[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 didn't know differently, I'd swear you were on the phone with my sister, Connie.
Ginger, you have my sympathy. I have such a headache.
When I ask her to read me what the screen says, she starts way at the top with "File."
Falling thoughts of tech support
Whoever told you
you could work a computer
was an idiot
Fool! I just told you
Where your files are saved at!
Don't ask me again!
Yes, you did hit Save.
Yes, you really want to save.
Hit OK already!
Edited for syllables adn formatting
Not exactly a stampede for the end-o-thread line is it?
No haikus from me; I've never gotten the hang of 'em.
It was stampeding, then it slowed down. I don't remember what we were talking about before the stampede started, though. And I'm hungry, so my brain is refusing to think about anything but the food that should be on its way to me but hasn't arrived yet.
I've never been particularly partial to haiku-to-the-finish either. I guess I like just talking.
Me, I'm old-fashioned; I like crass idiocy a-go-go to the finish line.
There was that one time with the jello-wrestling...
...
No, never again.
pain's relief, surcease,
runs cold and sharp down my throat,
blessed, sweet caffeine
Welcome back, Robin! Quick healing to you.
Well, I'm not likely to see the turn over anyway seeing as how I'd like to get out of here and go pick up my kids. Today = Friday. Me = lazy. You do the math.