t "shares the candy" with Laura
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
Good lord, Laura. Criminy.
Yo, universe, that is quite enough of that!
Y'all... this has been a weird day.
Remember how I came in yesterday a bit sad because the girl I had a thing for couldn't do it? Yeah? Good.
So today, I was sick. Stomach bug from last week came back. Didn't go to work. Spent the morning surfing OK Cupid, sent some messages. Why not?
I just got off a 3 hour IM conversation with one of those people. And it was AWESOME. And we're having a drink on Wednesday. How did that happen?
Yay for drinks on Wednesday, Gris! Here's hoping that silly thing-for girl will soon be forgotten.
Yay, Gris!!
Boo on Laura's day, though. Much better wishes for tomorrow, doll.
Way to bounce back, Gris.
Woo, Gris! Way to bounce back, indeed.
Talked to mom because I didn't want to call my sister knowing how exhausted she must be. The mountain vet has done what he can, but they need to pick up Darcy at 6am and drive her a couple hours to another vet. Spinal issue of some sort. The only encouraging news he had was that he wasn't able to take her off the IV painkillers because she was too uncomfortable. Feeling stuff being a good sign. My poor sister has to go to Maine on Wednesday for a big work thing. I hate her driving to Maine when she is in this state.
{{Laura's sister}} I hope she is very careful driving.
That is the scenario I can't stop picturing when my dog goes gallivanting. Still sending the dog~ma for Darcey, hang in there, pup!
My god Laura, On think the universe dropped trou on you today. Yikes! I declare tomorrow to be better!
Gris! ROCK ON! Um, care to help me write a profile? I got No Nibbles AT ALL from Ok Cupid. Blah.
As for me, Hey! I got my laundry done! And for a change, I put it all away!!! Even put fresh clean sheets on the bed and everything. Ya I know, no medals given for finally doing housework. MMm and it smells like dinner is ready. Chicken Pot Pie! Yum!
Mmmm, clean sheets. Which reminds me, past my bedtime. G'night Bitches. Yes, tomorrow, she shall be a better day.