Yeah. I was noting that. I hope your trip is fantastic. You've started, right?
Buffy ,'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Happy birthday, libkitty!
I'm still at work.
Happy 40, libkitty!!!!
my brother turns 40 this year too. But we've been saying he was 40 since he was like 18. He's way more than 15 months more mature than me!
Oops. Sorry Tom. When do you leave?
eta: Just saw in Natter. Safe travels! And fun! And many thanks everyone for the birthday wishes!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIBKITTY
Y'all, I just spent 2+ hours not 10 feet away from Willie Mays, one of the greatest players in baseball history. SO FREAKIN' COOL. Siiting at our table was Armando Benitez, who was quite charming and handsome to boot - he's lost about 15-20 pounds from when that headshot was taken, he's lookin' goooooooood.
As was Zito. Heh.
Happy, happy birthday, libkitty! With all kinds of happies and sparklies and cake! I hope 40 treats you fabulously (I'm joining you and Cindy on the 6th).
Happy Birthday, libkitty!
Empress! Check your cell phone voicemail when you get a chance. Smooches!
Happy b, kittylib!
Rage is in today? Oh, good; I'm all fashionable. Calling all teachers -- I have had my first "curling my hands into fists so I don't cut a bitch who is also my student" days.
Man, I was so MAD. "I don't have to respect you. Respect has to be EARNED."
Yeah, you know what? You're parroting this line at me, spoiled little skank princess who thinks she so freaking smart, and yet can't develop a sentence? You're not smart, you're just spoiled by your momma and I don't know what would constitute you respecting anyone, unless it involeves them buying you yet another Coach bag. You don't know what respect IS, you annoying little CHILD, but you will be fucking courteous, because I have a line and you have just crossed it, and I have been through to much to be smartmouthed by a lazy little bitchface whom I have given NO reason to be such a bitch to except that I don't think you shit Chanel fucking number 5.
And you don't know what class is -- something has to have a label or a price tag on it that dictates your "respect."
Stupid wench. I wish your momma would slap you and make you get a fucking job.
I will delete this post in a while, but I had to vent, so I can go back in a week and deal with her with the class she'll never have. No matter how many labels she possesses.
Ooooh. Little wee bitch. Grr.