Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
sometimes I love my job. From the house managers report at the theater for tonights performance that ND and I have been working on for a while now:
Patron in row A 103,104 said seats have been made smaller and she is upset.
um. Those seats haven't changed in 6 years since the renovation. I don't think it's the *seats* getting smaller...
OMG, kitten so freaking cute. Unspeakably cute. Especially when invisible.
Aw. Cute kitty!
I wish my apartment allowed pets.
OK. So yesterday, I woke up with my alarm at 9. Ate breakfast, fell asleep until 1. Ate lunch, fell asleep until 7. Did not eat dinner, fell asleep around 9, woke up around 2. And now, obviously, it's 4 and I'm wide awake. I had a few days of being on a pretty normal sleep schedule, and now my body decides to do this.
ugg. Now that it's finally cooled down here (and I am NOT complaining about that), my "door fan" is off, and I can hear the new fountain in the courtyard. I think it's ugly as sin. I call it "Unpolished Concrete Blocks, Peeing" because that is what it looks/sounds like. Seems every 20 minutes I gotta get up and pee. /Ugg.
On a vegan board I read, there's a discussion going on about how to make vegan Spaghetti-O's. (Apparently, canned condensed tomato soup with a bit of onion powder, garlic powder, and nutriitonal yeast will fake the sauce pretty well.) This is adding more support to my theory that the main purpose of most vegetarian fake meat products is to recreate comfort foods. (The ones that I use most often are hot dogs and "chicken" nuggets, and those plus veggie burgers seem to be the ones that just about every grocery store stocks.)
Gronkity gronk gronk. Am at the airport, getting ready to head home. What a weekend. Good, but I'm whooped tired now.
My coffee maker has gone to coffee maker heaven. I say, "phooey," because it's Monday, and I need coffee!
There should be a rule that you don't have to participate in any Monday where there's no coffee before you leave the house.
Now I'm having images of someone hiring a stripper to pop out of the casket during visitation hours at the funeral home.
This is so what I want at my funeral.
meara, nice tat! Also, did you see that Marion Barry's wife died of leukemia about the same day as Cheryl? For a moment I was pondering "I know she did a lot of community service, but starting the drag king thing just doesn't sound like Barry...."
Gronk.
vw, I hope you were able to get coffee.
There should be a rule that you don't have to participate in any Monday where there's no coffee before you leave the house.
I second that rule. Unfortunately, I had an appointment with my shrink at the ass-crack of dawn. So, I had to leave. I got some semi-decent coffee at the train station, and now I'm sitting down with a very yummy mocha iced coffee at Au Bon Pain while I do homework and whatnot till my next doctor's appointment.