I love squash. I don't think it's quite so preppy-associated in Canada as in the US.
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.
Including the one time she sang "Sweet Home Alabama" at karaoke.
Sometimes I feel like a foreigner. Which, since I am, is something you'd think I'd be more used to.
Still? Thunderthighs? Can totally be a compliment. I'm holding that close to my chest.
I've spent the better part of the week staring at women's thighs (US Open, thanks), and damn. I need my muscles back. They're so pretty out there, with their muscles and their short skirts. Though Serena's not having a good open of it. I saw some cellulitey pictures, and then there was her whole exit interview snottiness.
Still, don't matter how much cellulite she's packing. Girl can outpress us all.
It doesn't rhyme with "Tar"?It does, and don't worry Liese, it rhymes with Tar and Car. Doesn't stop people turning the 2 syllable version into Gary or Garfield or whatever. I think a lot of people can't deep down believe in "Garson" as a name, and so "correct" it. I know the Buffistas would not do this, but sadly most of the world are not buffistas.
Ah. Okay.
I know the Buffistas would not do this, but sadly most of the world is not buffistas.
Ha. If only it were so.
The Kim Possible finale is great. I love Mr. Possible mentioning he wrote fanfic in college.
Hello, peeps! I am Kathy. It's not a nickname, it's my name. Most people call me Kathy. My dad calls me Kaff, but he's the only one allowed to do that.
And, my cat just rolled over and fell off the desk. Pretty damn funny.
ChiKat, that is pretty funny.
I just got a text message from date tomorrow. Oy.
Also, my throat is all scratchy. I really really hope it's from that odd coughing fit I had earlier tonight and isn't what I think it might be. Guess I'll airborne up just in case.
I've mainly gotten "Wake up little Susie" and "Suzi-Q, baby I love you" sung to me. Oh, and Suzi Chapstick teasing. Not too bad. The maiden name was ripe for mangling and teasing - "Shake your Salami".
Tonight we had a good chunk of my dad's family together for dinner - it was great. We did get down to the name conversation and who uses what of the unpronounceable 14 letter and 2 hyphen last name that came with this side of the family. Most use a 6 letter shortened version. So far, I am the only married gal in the family and I took DH's last name.
So full of good food and so tired. It has been fun so far, but my aunt is going to kill me with her over zealous hostessing. I want to help out, darn it.
I used to get a lot of "Once in Love with Amy" from old guys. Which was sort of creepy. Plus, my maiden name was Hall, so I got a lot of people calling me Annie accidentally. Oh, and for a while I heard a lot of that Pure Prairie League song, "Amy (whatchoo gonna doooo)".
Hey, all. Skipped to the end because I suck. You guys have been talky.
I used to be incredibly adamant about NOT.Changing. My Name. Ever. (the person I was closest to facing this with though would make me Erika Estrella, and that was too cartoon for my taste.) Now I think I might, if it'd give me a name I wouldn't have to spell so much, and give me some distance from my family's, uh, jackhole legacy. But it's looking at this rate that that is So Completely Not An Issue, like private school for the twins. It is funny that, after years of struggling with an impossible German name, I get a crush on Keith Olbermann.(No, not even in an AU where we are together would I hyphenate that. Woof.) It does make me postal to see "Kieth Olberman" though. Which I do. A lot. Sometimes it's a good way to weed out the haters and the "Go live in Iraq,"-ers, though. Possibly my name will serve the same function for somebody.