Seriously, this is like the loudest study hall ever. Did y'all talk during study hall? I'm not sure I ever had one, so I don't know, but I always thought people were supposed to be all whispery, trying not to get caught talking.
Willow ,'Storyteller'
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.
I used to just skip study hall. I'd come up with excuses like, "I have to work on the yearbook," then go wander the halls.
I was such a rebel.
I bet you were doing drugs and raising heck, you trouble-maker you.
Much ~ma to Gloomcookie and family.
Strength to Gloomcookie, her gf and gf's family.
This is probably only exciting to me, but at the Y this morning, the exercise tracker program showed me electronic fireworks because I had reached the next level, 30,000 Fitpoints, which is the cumulative total of 1 point for every 100 pounds lifted and 5 points for each cardio minute. Yes, I can be cheered up by electronic fireworks.
That's awesome, Ginger! Sad now that my Y does not emply the use of motivational and tracking fireworks.
God, I'm in such a crap mood today.
Nora, you should start bugging them to put in FitLinxx. It's motivating to my inner geek. It's linked to the weight machines. When you put in your password on each machine, it tells you your settings, weight and what you did last time, which is great for me because the most annoying thing about weight machines was that I never remembered my settings or the various pieces of paper I wrote them on. When you sign out, it tells you how many pounds you lifted.
Ginger that is so cool! You deserve fireworks!
So much ~ma, GC, for you and your GF and her father.
Jilli, if you are around, I need recs for Goth/Victorian wedding finery please pretty please?
How much does this rock: Animated Bayreuz Tapestry: [link]
You know what's scary? Wondering why the kitten's paws are all wet as you cuddle him and then finding a nasty, chewed up cloth bow floating in the toliet.
I just left a note asking, very nicely, for Joe to please try to remember to put the seat and lid down. Ew.
That's better than when he got peed on. He jumped on the toilet while I was using it.
I read this way too quickly, because at first I thought that ND peed on *Joe,* and instead of being grossed out/shocked by the golden shower, all I could think was, "How could Joe get enough room to jump on the toilet while Drew was using it?"
Perhaps more caffeine is required for my brain to work.