Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
[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.
Ok. Finally done doing all of the cultural/context reading on Frankenstein. Now I just need to finish off one more paper, and I'll never have to look at Frankenstein again. Until I have a kid who decides that it's their favorite piece of literature EVER.
Also, finished my dishes. I don't think every dish has been clean in this house for over a month. That feels good.
See, I bet now - when you mess with your hair - it will fall into place and make you look like a rockin vw. Well, more rockin than usual.
Anyone want to write my paper? I have to come up with some managerial finance recommendations for FedEx. WTF?
Nope. Sorry. Hair still looks like crap.
Mom is coming over in a while. I hope she's hungry, 'cause I want to go get french toast.
Anyhow, I'm not too worried that vw has hives from the steroids.
thanks Topic!Cindy & VW - it was early and I was being dumbass.
Hair still looks like crap.
Ya sure you don't need new glasses?
NO progress with FedEx. Snarl.
Rental~ma, sj!
Paper~ma, Suzi!
Health~ma, Anne!
Hi, Kristin!
thanks Topic!Cindy & VW - it was early and I was being dumbass.Nah, not a dumbass. Concerned. When I get something like that in my mind, I usually mention it too, because what if I don't -- and it ends up happening.. I just didn't want you worrying, because I know my own kids have gotten steroids to treat hives.
Nah, not a dumbass.
What Cindy Said. It's sweet that you're so concerned. And, with me, it's usually a good route to take. I have a stupid body.
Suzi, I have new glasses. I got them in December. It's not the glasses. It's the hair.
Ok. Shutting up about the hair now. Wish my mom would call. I want french toast.
Ooh, fingers crossed for sj getting teh cool apartment!
I got up this morning and worked out with the personal trainer. Am now JELLY. Especially my legs. OMG.
And now I have no energy to do anything. Including laundry. Which I reeeeeeeeallly need to do.
And there's some sort of festival going on across teh street, wtih music and tents. And a flute. I hear a flute. No idea WTF it is. I should go check it out. If I could get off my couch.
I am working on homework. DH, BIL, and CJ have all gone out for haircuts and who knows what. K-Bug is taking her SAT.
Later today CJ has a little league game. And K-Bug's bf will be here.
I need a cave. Seriously.