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[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.
Why has it been such a week for the Bitches? I vote we all drink heavily this weekend. Someone will have to drink for me, since the steroids are still working their way out of my system, but I still think it sounds like a good plan.
I strongly support this plan, and I'm willing to drink the share of anyone unable to join in.
vw and meara, be safe and sleep well.
Why has it been such a week for the Bitches? I vote we all drink heavily this weekend.
Can I start early? Looks like the job I really wanted I won't be getting. I haven't been contacted about a second interview yet and at this point, I don't expect to. I'm clinging to a smidgen of hope for tomorrow, but it doesn't bode well.
And, I talked to a "friend" that I haven't talked to in a couple of months today. I'm having a party at the end of May to celebrate finishing school. I asked if he was coming and his, paraphrased, response was that he was waiting to see what else was going on that night and if nothing better came up, he'd come by my place.
Can I dis-invite him now?
If it wasn't such a hassle, you should tell all his friends he's got a contagious disease so he has no choice but to come to your party. And then move the day before. Asshat.
So, if I went in and said, "I want a choppy shag" - I'd get the look I'm after?
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er, okay. That's funnier in my language, clearly. Heh. Choppy Shag. Heh. That's what happens if you bed Freddy Kreuger.
Aaaanyway, yes - vw, you will be fine. All will be well. Probably. Er. Although now you're freaking me out. But I'm sure you'll be fine.
(As I'm on the 18th floor, I have no qualms about sleeping nekkid on top of the sheets with the french windows to the balcony open - the only things likely to break in and feast on my nubile flesh are mosquitos. And possibly Spiderman. Huh.)
I hope JZ is no longer weeping for the Vegan baby, and I'm glad I didn't hear the story of the Vegan baby. I'm hypothesizing that it may be a want-to-beat-the-parents-with-a-stick kind of story, though.
In faintly related news, my New Kid, who speaks French (but not English or Thai...) has finally started eating. This is very exciting! I was deeply flummoxed and fretful about quite what to do about the whole Not Eating thing. Granted she isn't eating very much, but at least she has consumed something (other than her thumb, and a glass of milk) for 3 days in a row now! Hurrah! Also, she can smile! Also, my hilariously bad schoolgirl French is getting the workout of all workouts.
Arguably the best thing about her, though, is that when I was helping her read a very easy wee story book, I had the opportunity to say in my best Oldskool Eddi Izzard manner 'Ou est la singe? Where is the monkey? Oui! La singe est dans l'arbre. The monkey is in the tree.' Which still makes me giggle.
I wonder if there are cow sentries to keep watch for danger the way there are in other animal species?
"Car!"
Fay, always glad to provide amusement.
Hmmm, what do that call that particular hair style in the UK?
Hmmm, what do that call that particular hair style in the UK?
Fuck?
So, if I went in and said, "I want a choppy shag" - I'd get the look I'm after?
Hmmm, what do that call that particular hair style in the UK?
Well, The Times calls it "Unexpected Turbulence." If it's The Guardian, it's "Loose Screw", and if it's The Sun then it's "PHWOAAR!!"
I had the opportunity to say in my best Oldskool Eddi Izzard manner 'Ou est la singe? Where is the monkey? Oui! La singe est dans l'arbre. The monkey is in the tree.' Which still makes me giggle.
La singe est sur la branche.
La singe est....disparu! Because the monkey would fuck off!
Il fume une pipe....il joue au banjo....il conduit l'autobus....
t edit Je suis le president du Burundi.
Happy Birthday, Ailleann!
I've got a ton of grading to do. And the professor I'm working with seems to expect it to get done a lot more quickly than I can get it done. But, on the other hand, once this grading is done, I'll be done with everything for this semester. (And, I'll be done with the needy clingy student who's been driving me nuts.)