'Underneath'
[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.
My phone, she is steam-driven, see.
So you retired the critter in the hamster wheel and got steam did you? Fred Flintstone would be impressed!
It's a picture of myself and my dearest friend. It was taken a year to the day after the stroke that nearly killed him when he was all of 41.
He's fine. He's beautiful. His recovery is complete except that he still tires easily -- and who gives a fuck about that?
There is coffee in my post-apocalypse.
We've only gamed once since we got back here. It was fun, but not The Same.
Clearly another reason to come back to us.
Yes, I know. I'm a broken record.
Aims, I'm so sorry about L. Lots of ~ma for his swift recovery.
We will happily take coffee prep duty.
There is coffee in my post-apocalypse.
Good. because we would be some cranky bitches looting and pillaging otherwise. blow dryers or not.
And we'd probably be late to the looting. Or forget to grab bubblewrap.
eta: and forget how to spell bubblewrap.
All this talk of blow dryers and bubble wrap is making me think about the Great Shrink Wrap Debacle of Christmas 2004. t shudder
Betsy HP "Coffee On My Monitor" Dec 17, 2004 9:02:37 pm PST
Lots of ~ma to L. What a horrible thing to happen.
Mini-meara ahoy!
Toys on my desk:
Apocalypse skills:
Oh, that reminds me - last night at Walgreen's I saw Marshmallow Hello Kitty-pops.
Giant and I am sure - sweet enough to rot your teeth at a distance.
Oo! Toys on my desk:
omg aimée! Much health ~ma heading to MI.
ION I may need some smitting. Those freakin' walking Petri Dishes did it again. Stupid A CHRISTMAS CAROL kids gave me a cold again, despite my efforts of avoiding backstage. Grr.
Bonny, hopefully I get that write up sent out tonight. I got a lil dinner party to attend, dunno how late it will go.
MM, I'll ditto ND comment.