Bonjour! Je m'appelle Inigo Montoya!
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[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.
Bonjour! Je m'appelle Inigo Montoya!
Vous avez tué mon père. Préparez pour mourir
Painting Update, because that is all I have in my life right now: Bedroom is done, barring deciding we need to touchup the trim at a later date; kitchen is done; living room has one wall done, one wall primed; hallway is half done.
Oh, sampled the local pizza place (Uncle Bong's, what were they thinking?) for lunch. Crust was very bready, but I don't really mind that, and there was too much cheese making the separation of pieces difficult, but overall pretty tasty. I will have to check out their salad bar some time. It was a different place that left their menu on my door, notable because they offer clams as a topping. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
there was too much cheese
unpossible
Too much to be easily manageable, not too much to be delicious. Once it isn't piping hot anymore, that problem disappeared.
Survived the Open House, but tomorrow morning is going to suck. How can it be Monday tomorrow when I was in school today? Ah well.
I was very productive this afternoon once I got home, though. There has been a mountain of clothing and camping gear and who knows what else piled in a corner of the bedroom for months and months, and I decided to reclaim the room tonight. I've done a ton of laundry, organized, sorted, and put stuff away; the bedroom looks like a bedroom again! I also washed all the sheets and towels yesterday and remade both beds, so I count this weekend a win.
Hooray for bedroom reclamation! My suitcase was so tired of waiting for me to put it back in the garage after my vacation (in August!) that it went off to Hawaii without me.
I unpacked my books today. And bought two pairs of shoes. And stuff at Target. And books. And I still feel bored and unaccomplished. Ridiculous!!
But I got a cute email from one girl. Though I still don't know what she LOOKS like, so it could fizzle quickly. And haven't heard from the one who canceled for today, so maybe he's just a jackass.
Harumph.
maybe he's just a jackass
he must be if he passed on a date with you, meara.
Go KT! Wish some of that cleaning energy would rub off on me.
Never too much cheese, tho at scalding hot temps, I did once curse the cheese even tho it was my fault for burning my mouth. I felt very bad and apologized by eating the whole pizza. Ick on clams as a topping.
I'm trying to do a lil cat nap thing. In 3 hours we leave for the airport. Not tired, so plan not working. Hopefully tiredom won't set in until we are on the plane. Not looking forward to 90 min drive down @ 4am.
OK, question: is there a good way to say to someone you've exchanged like, three emails with "gosh, your picture is very pretty but you are SO NOT MY TYPE"?
Cause this girl emailed me, and was a little weird anyway, and then I was like "Um, and you mention you're girly?" and she was like "Well, only on the outside, I'm very butch on the inside (blah blah fix cars)" and linked to a picture...where she's very pretty, very girly, and has long blonde hair.
Which is gorgeous. But so doesn't do it for me. I'm like "Uhhhhh...see, in the ad I said I was looking for someone butch or FTM? I, um, meant it?"