*pulls the cushions closer to the wall brackets*
'Shells'
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.
Oh wow, when did we get these installed?
Could you grab my eyes while you're down there? I think they rolled out of my head.
Could you grab my eyes while you're down there? I think they rolled out of my head.
Ahahahahahahaha!!!
t announcer voice Kristin with the riposte for the win!
snerk
I'd appreciate it if my lungs would stop trying to escape. This is really not condusive to sleep.
Well, 8+ hours with no power was just a bundle of fun!
STG I watched a mini-tornado rip through our backyard. The wind was so crazy fast and bad that it actually blew the garage doors open.
Holy SHIT, Aims. You guys okay?
Yeah - we're all good. It was NUH-TTY!
Freaky! I just woke up from dreaming about tornadoes touching down near my house. Are you guys alright?
Aims, I TOLD you to stop listening to Wicked. (And your little dog, too!)
ION, anyone who wondered why I wasn't more active in the watch'n'post in Boxed Set will be amused to know that I spent the time attempting to install a stemware rack tonight, to great failure. I am most cranky. In retaliation, I washed the walls of the apartment. So now the walls are clean, but my ceiling's fucked up. At least I installed the light over my table before the drill bit broke. I hate my walls and ceiling. Bloody plaster. Bloody San Francisco-style construction. I now have to call in M to finish the job, and he will laugh at my pitiful non-professional drilling and molly bolt installation.
Now I will drink champagne and do taxes, whilst Eddie Izzard amuses me on the teevee.