Job~ma, ChiKat!
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
Yeah, the last few days of his life sucked, but he had years of health and playing and petting and belly-rubs....
And you never had to vacuum up cat hair. Now *that's* a considerate cat.
But I'm still not allowed to go to Dallas.
Your lung may be there. I think you should go and make sure.
BT, you have no magic in your heart. You mean you don't miss your shirt sticking to your skin all summer?
eta: Job~ma ChiKat!
Go ChiKat!!
Thanks, y'all! This is for a full time drama teacher position. I want.
Much jobma! Jobs for everybody! Or instant wealth! Jobs and instant wealth for everyone!
ION: Dude. This LJ thing is 'sploding my interwebs.
Are you on LJ, DJ?
I'm just now getting caught up. Damn.
Oh, and I'll take some of that instant wealth, please, with a side of contentment.
So, yeah, Aims is in a funk, and we are the House of Ennui. Not even in a fun gothy sense. We're both having a struggle returning to reality after Jilli's fun fun fun goth convention on the weekend.
It's like trying to wind down after F2F but without the comfort of constant chatty chat that the Buffistas do so well.
Yes, we are a little glum and taking a long look at what we need to fix to make the daily grind less demoralizing.
Funk-ennui. It's the dance craze that's sweeping the nation!
Well, it would be if we weren't in a funk and full of ennui and therefore actually dancing.
Somehow, Aims, you've never quite gotten that whole 'helper' schtick right, have you?
Spelt Flakes;
Aims, I think, however, your tagline is spot on.
Still one of Jilli's favorite movies.