Anya ,'Potential'
[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.
The could be a Buffista-sprog in my neck of the woods?
There is the chance, though it is slim, I believe that University of the Pacific, Cal State Sonoma, and Cal State Fresno are her preferred schools over San Diego - though who knows. So far she has not heard from Sonoma, and she is just now submitting her application to UoP.
Thanks, all.
To celebrate my birthday I wrote an article on customer service for Helium.com.
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That's kind of a stupid way to celebrate a birthday, isn't it?
...shoulda worked on that transporter...what was I thinking?...
...shoulda worked on that transporter
coughnovelcough
On a 20 minute drive this weekend, I called various drivers a fuckstick, a fuckcake and a fuckwad. Of course, I thought of you.
Aww...I'm touched.
As to my day being fuckcake free, well...we all know that won't happen...
Phone: *Ring*
Me: Aw, c'mon! It's my birthday!
Phone: *Happy birthday. Ring.*
Me: You don't really care, do you?
Phone: *No. Ring.*
Me: You suck.
Fuckcake O' the Day Numero Uno: I'd like to cancel my insurance.
Me: Okay, what's your name please?
FCOtDNU: Fuckcake O' the Day Numero Uno.
Me: Thank you. *clackity type type* Um...sir, we show you were terminated a year ago.
FCOtDNU: Yeah, they fired me.
Me: Then you don't have insurance through us.
FCOtDNU: The hell I don't!
Me: Sir...how did you pay for your insurance when you were with us?
FCOtDNU: You took it out of my paycheck.
Me: Right.
FCOtDNU: Right.
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: ...
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: ...I...don't get a paycheck from you anymore.
Me: Right.
FCOtDNU: ...so...I'm not paying for insurance...
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: ...so...why am I calling you?
Me: I'm sure I don't know.
FCOtDNU: ...
Me: ...
FCOtDNU: *click*
That's kind of a stupid way to celebrate a birthday, isn't it?
Nope!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOE!
Congrats to Buffista sprog and their college acceptances!
Sorry you're having a rotten day, Aims.
I just woke up, AIFG. I have a crapload to do today, and I am so glad that none of it will involve safety drills. Apparently that's what the entire afternoon of the PD day is supposed to be. I think I'll celebrate our NEWLY TILED TUB (love our landlady so much) by showering and then fetch the kitties from the cat palace, take down Christmas decorations, and unpack. Then I'll prep for classes tomorrow. So much better than safety drills.
Heeee. That's not a fuckcake, MM; that's just a moron.
That's not a fuckcake, MM; that's just a moron.
Often the two terms are interchangeable.
At least he figured it out eventually.
I suppose you would have to be a moron to fuck cake.