and my dad slipped me some cash
Woo! Nice daddy.
Harmony ,'First Date'
[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.
and my dad slipped me some cash
Woo! Nice daddy.
That's right. It's me hometown; dad's from there, mom lived there since high school.
My mom and dad live about two blocks away from Lover's Lane, and one block away from Old Candy Cane Lane. No, seriously.
I'm transferring money from my savings account to my checking account so I can start a Roth IRA with Vanguard. Thanks for the advice, guys!
We saw Candy Cane Lane at Christmas and my mom took to reciting "Lovers Lane in St. Joe," which is a bad poem even for Eugene Field.
I have never been all that impressed with Eugene Field.
Ronald Reagan lived on Candy Cane Lane when he was younger. Sadly, Candy Cane Lane doesn't do Xmas any more. It's sad. But Krug Park does! My grandma lived right down the way from the old Krug mansion, and we used to sneak up on the property. There were two life-sized dog statues that we used to tell each other were the Hounds of Hell, frozen by the daylight, because the Krug Mansion was desrted and Cree.Pee.
We thought it was Satan's Vaction Home.
"OMG! What if they decide I suck!?!"
I was going to say that this would be so unlikely as to be, well, extremely unlikely, but localistas got there first. I totally understand the feeling though. Before I first met Buffistas, I was so scared. I had a running dialog of, "They'll think I'm ugly, and stupid, and talk too much, and ugly, and not fit, and..." Then I actually met folks, and it was fun, and they were wonderful, and they didn't seem to hate me. It was as if we had known each other for ages, and about 10 billion times better than I could possibly imagine.
I won't tell you not to worry, DJ, as I imagine that's futile, but I hope you don't stress too much. And really, I can't even conceive of a world where you suck.
I had a running dialog of, "They'll think I'm ugly, and stupid, and talk too much, and ugly, and not fit, and..."
That one never ends in my head.
Nor mine.(Holy shit! Alert the media...spending most of one's life meeting strangers who literally look you in the face and say "What's wrong with you?" does not make for great self-esteem.) ETA: Which looks funny under Dr. Cox. And I don't mean porn, though I did have that dream once.
I know it's crazy, as I've met buffistas before. And I know it turns out fine. It's just that with all the nervous energy and the squeeeeee! and the glavin now that the trip is so close, I just want it to get here already.
Woo! I love when the boss stops by unexpectedly and I'm actually working.