Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
No I haven't. I've been living off of credit. I just hope we sell the house or my ulcer kills me before I have to declare bankruptcy
Well, let's hope for the ulcer, then.
He wouldn't happen to have a life insurance policy would he? 'cause: added bonus.
He wouldn't happen to have a life insurance policy would he?
Wouldn't be worth much. Calculating his contribution to the household requires Jayne math "Lesse, take nothin' divided by nothin' carry the nothin'..."
MM, it's lucky you and the Empress found each other. Because if we got together it would've been like...Couples' Crime Spree all the time. OTOH, I'm not passionate about camels, though they're cool. But the Bail budget might've strained things.
Yeah, this is a tough gig this time, it's 4:40 and I'm just now finishing work for the day.
Choose Ulcer! Go Ulcer!
But the Bail budget might've strained things.
Only if they caught us, my sweet. Only if they caught us.
But the Bail budget might've strained things.
:: starts to sing :: "That's what friends are for!! ... "
Criminy. Much as I hope Daisy's friend doesn't get saddled with too much debt or lose too much in the way of assets it sounds like it would be worth a lot of money for her to be free of that guy. What a piece of work.
We just did a thing where I texted her with "[soon to be ex] is a big ole poopiehead!-Just wanted to put it where he might see it."
She said another friend sent her "Only one word comes to mind when reading this self righteous rambling - doucher!!This blog is the cheesiest mess of unoriginal thoughts I've ever read! [real first name] David Thoreau is trying way too hard that it's just plain uncomfortable to read after a bit! "I became the leaf." Wow. Such transcendentalism!!"
To which I replied "Right!?! Surely if he'd seen that we wouldn't be getting the stupid frog story and the so-bad-a-Vogon-could-have-written-it poetry."
At least we're all getting a good laugh.
Sheesh, DJ, sounds like the ex continues to be craxy like a craxy thing.
So I need help. I've unpacked the last of the fourteen boxes of books and whatnot that I'd shipped from CT during the last trip (all kinds of odds and ends from the ex's house that he didn't want), and now the armchair is filled with piles of coats, bridesmaid dresses, scarves, hats, and cheesy plastic leis; the back of the couch is covered in placemats and cloth napkins; the floor is covered with styrofoam fluff; the chairs have piles of old albums and pictures; the kitchen counters are covered with cookbooks; and the bookshelves are overflowing with books.
In order to deal with this, I need to completely empty out the pantry and all of the built-in cabinets in order to rearrange, and I don't have the motivation, energy, or sanity to do anything. So instead I'm sitting forlornly on the couch and sniffling from the dust. Help?