Yes. Did you get my whiny reply?
Joyce ,'Never Leave Me'
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.
Aimee, my outfit today is in you honor. Black gauchos and wedge sandals.
You don't wanna know what Massachussetts wanted me to do.
Aww, Mass is just a crabby bitch.
Daisy Jane's list gave me a serious college flashback. Now I feel like I should be doing shots and singing karaoke.
WOOT! Gauchos and wedges!
Yes. Did you get my whiny reply?
Just now.
"Pretty please with Daniel Radcliffe on top?"
You know me so very well, it's scary.
We'll see if we can get it soon.
We didn't do karaoke, but there was a pretty mean dance off.
Me too! Let's go get really yummy cheese and very thick beers and smoke lots of cigarettes and be crabby together!!
Me too! but, no cigs for me. I don't care if you smoke, though, I look better through a haze of smoke. (and drunkenness, but who's counting)
I don't care if you smoke, though, I look better through a haze of smoke. (and drunkenness, but who's counting)
You do yourself an injustice, milady.
I, on the other hand, employed precisely this technique to get Aimee to marry me.
Gronk. A guy I tutor called me at 7:30 this morning to set up an appointment for this evening. And then I fell back asleep and slept through my alarm until 11.
You do yourself an injustice, milady.
aww, thanks. Both for the eloquent words, and picking up on my shameless fishing for a compliment