Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
[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.
I think Jilli should be the boss of us and we should make her a little plaque that says, "Boss of Us."
Hee! If I were Boss of Everyone, there would be scheduled naptime for everyone.
We could put little sparklies on it.
It would match my shoes! My pink sparkly peep-toe flats!
Hee! If I were Boss of Everyone, there would be scheduled naptime for everyone.
That settles it for me.
I know the difference between Portland and Seattle. I blame the drugs. And I totally need to get up north.You absolutely should come up this way.
I left my subtlety at the door...You have subtlety? Really?
You can borrow mine. I've got plenty, and apparently I'm not using it effectively lately...Or I can just be like Jilli and plan to tell the boy straight up...;)Oh noes, not tell the boy straight up. I need my fix of dark chocolate huckleberry sticks and violet candies. Telling him puts that in jeopardy. *waves hands madly so this makes real sense*
~ma for your grandpa, juliana.
I'm working on cooking stuff that won't heat up the apartment. The slow cooker is very helpful. I've got some seitan cooking in there now. (Homemade seitan tastes better than store-bought, is WAY less expensive -- about $2 worth of ingredients makes two pounds of it; it costs about $5 for an 8 ounce package at Whole Foods -- and requires about 15 minutes of actual work. It takes forever to cook, but that's what the slow cooker is for.)
Hee! If I were Boss of Everyone, there would be scheduled naptime for everyone.
I vote Jili for Boss of Everyone! As long as the naptime is optional on days when I don't feel like it.
Hee! If I were Boss of Everyone, there would be scheduled naptime for everyone.This is why Jilli can be the boss of me.
Well, and she does mean "smoky eyed" makeup.
And the clicky fire.
Okay, lots of reasons why Jilli can be the boss of me.
Oh noes, not tell the boy straight up. I need my fix of dark chocolate huckleberry sticks and violet candies. Telling him puts that in jeopardy. *waves hands madly so this makes real sense*
Telling him does NOT put that in jeopardy. Telling him means that there is a VERY GOOD chance that you would get to see him even more!
(Note the asscaps of mock-sternness there. Cower before them! ... Why are you giggling at me?)
I, on the other hand, have turned into one of those people who have to set the alarm early, so I can push snooze several times, and away from my bed, so that I actually have to get out of bed to turn it off, so that I don't just turn it off without actually waking.
On the rare occasion when I do set an alarm, I always set it for the latest possible time I'll need to get up. Because I just don't understand the snooze button. Why would I want something waking me up more than once? It's bad enough that I have to get out of bed in the first place -- I don't want inanimate objects nagging me to do so.
I realize I'm not normal. Carry on.
Health ~ma for your g'pa, juliana.
not tell the boy straight up. I need my fix of dark chocolate huckleberry sticks and violet candies. Telling him puts that in jeopardy.
if he knows maybe he'll feed them to you. Nakkid!
Telling him means that there is a VERY GOOD chance that you would get to see him even more!
or, even better, more of him.
Why would I want something waking me up more than once? It's bad enough that I have to get out of bed in the first place -- I don't want inanimate objects nagging me to do so.
My brain agrees with you. Alas, my body does not.
My brain agrees with you. Alas, my body does not.
Right? It's a bargaining thing. Just 9 more minutes (also, why is it 9 minutes and not a good round 10 or 15? I can't do math in the morning)