Joe called and is on the plane.
I have cleaned the entire upstairs and need to go to work on the downstairs.
Kinda don't wanna.
Also? I think I have a sick baby.
[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.
Joe called and is on the plane.
I have cleaned the entire upstairs and need to go to work on the downstairs.
Kinda don't wanna.
Also? I think I have a sick baby.
Yay Suzi's mom!!!!!
So, leather. Discuss.
Smells yummy. Mmmm.
I'm moderately jealous of those of you going to Folsom, although I loathe crowds with such a white-hot loathing that I'm afraid I would end up miserable even at Folsom.
The Boy, however, is *energetically* jealous of those of you going to Folsom.
I hope this one settles in and acts like it was made for her, Suzi.
Every time I clean the kitchen and leave, it mysteriously gets dirty and smelly by the time I return.
This happens to me and I live alone.
I'm moderately jealous of those of you going to Folsom, although I loathe crowds with such a white-hot loathing that I'm afraid I would end up miserable even at Folsom.
Our plan, as it stands now, takes into account my ACK PEOPLE thing, somewhat to Juliana's dismay.
Our plan, as it stands now, takes into account my ACK PEOPLE thing, somewhat to Juliana's dismay.
Ah, well done!
Our plan, as it stands now, takes into account my ACK PEOPLE thing, somewhat to Juliana's dismay.
Nah - I forgot to take in to account the extreme exhaustion I'll be running on tomorrow. My dismay will kick in if I don't get to ogle the Dykes on Bikes and the fine leather daddies and their motorcycles (fetish, fine. Motorcycles, OMGFTW) or the Morris dancers.
Folsom doesn't get quite as packed (that's what he said) as the Castro Halloween crowd. It's a bit more tolerable, and unless you're the person on the leash and ass-less chaps, most people aren't going to be staring at you.
I'm giving blood right now AIFOkay. Maybe the more I do this, the less needlephobic I'll get.
Hey! I did that this morning!
Argh. I overslept, and missed pretty much every author I wanted to see at National Book Festival. I even had my alarm clock set, and I've got absolutely no memory of waking up and turning off the alarm.