That teleporter really needs to get finished. I need to spend more time visit people that are scattered hither and yon.
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.
Now I just have to make the trees stop with the sex and I can go back to my preferred cocktail--the dirty martini.
pssst! Maria likes 'em dirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrty!
I wish I had one...
Trees are not having as much sex here, but the grasses are really big with the promiscuous pollination. As in they have given lots of pollen to me. As in staying indoors and not moving isn't helping. I really don't want stronger drugs. Even inhaled steroids can make me crazy.
That teleporter really needs to get finished. I need to spend more time visit people that are scattered hither and yon.
Tell me about it.
I miss MM. My phone call just now:
"[Company name] this is [real name]."
"Yes."
WTF?
"[Company name] this is [real name]."
"Yes."
Say, "KTHXBYE!" and hang up, DJ!
I'm crabby. I'm sure this is no surprise, but I just thought I'd mention it.
To combat this crabbiness I have rescheduled my haircut and pedicure for tomorrow.
I'm going SHORT for summer.
waits for Hec to see if he has any recommendations
I'm going SHORT for summer.
waits for Hec to see if he has any recommendations
I recommend that you instruct your stylist to ensassify you. Nothing boring, nothing generic, nothing housewifey.
Say, "KTHXBYE!" and hang up, DJ!
I wish! My boss would probably find that rude though. Ugh. How will people ever develop proper phone skills if we're not allowed to smack it into them?