Suzi, you can haz nap now.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[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.
"Peach Cobbler, bourbon cream, hot caramel"
What a lovely phrase.
I have a new ergonomic mouse in my constant effort to keep things from going wrong in my right hand and arm. It seems like it may help, but at this point, the cursor keeps going off wildly in all directions.
I have my books and an hour to kill before class starts. I'm trying to decide whether to have (another) coffee.
I am back from the quilt store with 10 more beautiful yards of fabric.
I think I have a problem.
I am in a really crappy mood.
I have not been able to find my wallet since Saturday night. I have torn apart the apartment. I have been all over the theater I was working in on Saturday. I have been to every store I visited on Saturday.
I'm pretty sure it's not been stolen, as I've been carefully watching the cards that were in it, and they have not been used.
I REALLY don't want to call and report everything, and go through the process of replacing everything, so I'm hoping it will just turn up, but it's looking pretty bleak right now.
Ack, Sean. I'm sorry. I hope you find it.
Sean, this happened to me a while ago and it was under the seat in the car. Have you looked there?
Sean, this happened to me a while ago and it was under the seat in the car. Have you looked there?
I was just going to say, based on my own too-frequent experiences: car (including the trunk), closets, behind the couch or fridge or any other bulky appliance or piece of furniture.
{{Sean}}
Sean, this happened to me a while ago and it was under the seat in the car.
I'll second this. Mine was stuck in between the seat and the thingy in between the 2 front seats.
Ugh, Sean, what a pain! Hope you find it soon!
Just had an interview. Not *quite* what I hoped for, as she was much more into me being in the lower position rather than the higher one, but whatev'...sounds like she's up for flying me out to San Francisco for a real interview, whoot! Now if only I can arrange all the timing quite carefully...eep. (Seattle places, call me back!! Quit being on vacation until next week! Callllll meeeeeeee, the one Seattle place that hasn't that I really want to work cause you sound cool!)
(Yes, you should read "calllll meeeee" as in a "speaking whale" voice)