Yay, for your safe arrival home, vw!
ChiKat, good luck with the new job, I'm sorry they block us.
'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yay, for your safe arrival home, vw!
ChiKat, good luck with the new job, I'm sorry they block us.
Welcome (almost) home, vw!!!
I'm sorry they block us
Me, too! It's not like I could check it all day or anything, but during my lunch and after school I could.
Poor ChiKat! They suck. Well, kind of.
Ok. This is to laugh. It's all I could do. He thinks L should pay for his Plano apartment because he's "used to a certain lifestyle."
Imma laugh so hard I'll puke.
I talk constantly but nobody thinks it's cute.
Laga, that is but one of the things that is cute about you.
Ok, DJ, that's just disgusting.
There are brownies downstairs, and they are calling my name. If only I'd fall asleep and stop thinking about them!
Okay, so the honeymoon is over. Even though Seamus is still in his own room, Byron and Mia have officially figured out the Something Is Up. They are not happy. Not happy at all.
Oh, and I hate being female right now. Cramp city. Blech.
Edited for brevity.
Don't wanna go to bed.
Don't wanna go to work tomorrow.
Don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna.
Stomps feet and flails toddler-fists-of-rage.
geek on... my Mail program has 333 messages in it's inbox. and 33 unread. With 3 being my 'lucky' number, the numerologist in me is SCREAMING "NO MORE E-MAILS! PERFECT BALANCE REACHED!"
geek
geek
shoot, where is that end slash? (Ha! as if I could turn that off)