sj, you and TCG are the bomb diggity.
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.
Remember how my car was all ready and just waiting for the paint to dry? Well, it's not ready, if ready means "you can take it home". I'm not sure what the guy meant by "ready on Saturday or Monday" because apparently they are now still waiting for another part. And it should be ready on Friday. I hate this island so much.
(And yeah, I'm kind of jumping from body shop to entire island but *everything* works that way here.)
I am essentially straight, but I have made out with girls. I just like making out, I think. Alcohol helps.
I am Too Femme for meara. But I would make out with her! ;)
Type: I don't really have a girl-type (see: Straight, essentially). I just tend to have giggly drunk party make-outs with bi friends.
Guys: Smart smart-asses, good flirts, smell good, darkish. I don't dig blondes so much, but I ain't hard-and-fast.
It's all pretty academic at this point.
I think I am having making mac and cheese tonight. Am. TIRED.
Oh, Erin...
My apartment is wee. We'll be sharing the queen sized bed for the hour or so I'm there before I head out.
Just fyi. No reason.
I'm not usually into blondes either. It's amazing how many people I know who feel the same way. The stereotypes don't help any.
I wish I could get away with jet black hair and a pixie cut, but I have a suspicion I'd look like death warmed over. Clearly I'm trying to be Demi Moore a la Ghost. Not a good look for me, alas.
I feel like death warmed over....
DH just brought me tampons and Chai Tea. He gets the good DH award.
Aw, poor Suzi. Glad DH brought you neceassry coping mechanisms.
Coffee:
I have to share the bizarre that is my school. The Parent Association threw a lovely luncheon for the teachers today as a thank you. It was wonderful--apparently one of the parents is a florist and another a caterer--but had one very odd quirk.
Dove. Live dove in a birdcage artfully placed in the middle of the desserts. Um. If I come down with avian flu, blame the cupcake.
Umm... I'm... glad it was in a cage?
that is a good man.
Kristin I think you could look cute with black har.