Two interviews tomorrow.
Blah blah blah.
Crazy thing is I don't even WANT one of them. Maybe I'll cancel it.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
[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.
Two interviews tomorrow.
Blah blah blah.
Crazy thing is I don't even WANT one of them. Maybe I'll cancel it.
(waves at the group)
This week I got to shred income tax returns filed long before I was born.
Also I got to leaf through a sixth grade schoolbook kept by DH back in the day.
Talk about a collection of old paper. And dust. If only I knew someone who wanted boxes upon boxes of Scientific American magazines, I would be happy.
If only I knew someone who wanted boxes upon boxes of Scientific American magazines, I would be happy.
. . . how old?
Yay, new thread! I was taking a break from packing earlier and there was no thread to rest in. Mom just went hope and now it's time to
nap
do schoolwork.
(Has anyone seen my motivation? It ran away sometime last week, and hasn't been home since.)If it's in my trunk? Well it's keeping candles and a floor lamp company. I will free it soon.
MCR! Squee!!!!
I has sick.
I has sick.
No sick! No sick! You have to show up to That Event tomorrow night.
Oh! OH! OOOOH!
Bitches are the bestest ever! I have a satin fuchsia driving suit from those that F2Fed! It is the coolest thing ever. I squeed and squeed and squeed when I opened the package. Thank you!
Oh Jilli!
I heard an NPR story that made me think of you. Actually, it made me want to go to London with you and Pete (and Fay, and of course, a whole bunch of other beloved Buffistas).
It was a story about the new Dickens World theme park, in London (actually, in Kent).
No sick! No sick! You have to show up to That Event tomorrow night.I can get better! Like Jonathon did after he was stabbed in Buffy. I mean, sure, I'll be The First and evil, but I'll fit in that way.
It told each and every one of us how much it needed to be with you, Cass. How could we refuse?