[displeasure at "fun" "activities"]
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.
Sorry to hear that, Emily.
Oh, Steph, that's just wrong.
Emily, how frustrating!
I have a new singer/songwriter that I love that I found last night. I'm seriously considering dropping the rest of my grocery money to go see her at the folk festival next weekend.
[more complaining, along with management lack of geometric understanding]
Shana Tova Umetukah!
That's all I got this morning.
Emily, you should definitely communicate your displeasure!
Oh, Em, that sounds so icky!
Oh, Em, that sounds so icky!
Not to mention geometrically unfeasible.
That's the sort of thing I'd have to be sure not to make eye-contact with anyone at in case I started giggling and couldn't stop.
Not to mention geometrically unfeasible.
[Agreement.]
So, I met with my thesis adviser yesterday. We decided that since I've got such a good head start on my project, we're going to try to get it done this semester, so next semester I can concentrate on other things, while still getting three credits for the thesis. An easy semester! I'm so excited! Right after my trip to St. Thomas! It's all so exciting!