I'm putting off cleaning the apartment by listening to Car Talk and poking the Internet.
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 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?
I've been arguing with a cold since before Christmas. Either that or I've been catching and getting over a series of smaller colds.
The lady at the drive through asked me if I wanted cream or sugar for my coffee. I said, "yes, one cream please." I now have five creams and eight sugars.