Anyone around? I'm forty minutes into the second day of this meeting.
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
I'm putting off cleaning the apartment by listening to Car Talk and poking the Internet.
I am hopeful that I might be able to get my Sirius installed in the new car later today. I miss my dedicated NPR channels.
I just partially melted a servo, but it still works.
Mmm, Avon. And Servalan. Nice ones.
My mom had a bit of a crush on Omar Sharif from, I think, Dr. Zhivago, which may be why my dad has kept his handlebar mustache al these years.
I don't envy you having to have the pay-the-bills conversation, Laga. Necessary + not fun = PITA
Ouch, Laga. My sister's roommate is the same, and it's such a PITA.
Gronk.
I can't believe nobody has called Elizabeth Montgomery as a first crush yet. mmmm witchy goodness.
In other news... drill team porn
Laga, I'm sorry you're going to have to have a Talk with the roommate, but the burden can't fall on you, you're right. Sucks, though.
I'm awake. I can't breathe very well and have a bit of a headache, but I don't feel completely rotten. This cold can't decide if it's taking me down or going away. I would like it to go away. If I have a vote.
Hot tea with honey:
Okay, now my head is starting to hurt more. I need someone to make me tea and breakfast and pat my head and say, "poor, sweet baby." Would that be better than your meeting, ND?