Pussy wha?? Sorry, my ears perk up when I hear that word.
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.
These are your sly, drink and play guitar and generally raise hell in front of a crowd of people while singing Pussy Control Waylon style cowboys.
like Prince's Pussy Control? That scares me.
guh. I'll be in my bunk. For like, a year.
I yelped and scared the dog.
Holy crap. I just checked my phone messages from yesterday. There's one from a headhunter. I'm being headhunted! They're hunting my head!
Clearly they've heard that you give great head!
...what? Oh, come on, you were all thinking it.
guh. I'll be in my bunk. For like, a year.
Oh, Torchwood, how I love thee. It makes me feel all patriotic and proud to be British. It is my very own cracktastic Pervy Polyamorous Big Gay Space Alien Show! Huzzah! Go Team!
So, still ignoring the carbs, despite the fact that kids keep offering me cookies, and today is a Cake Sale. But I've not yet been able to find any weighing scales - I'm vaguely conscious that I should probably be measuring portions. Not that I'm eating big portions - quite the reverse, actually. But I'm really not even thinking about that carb-counting side of things. Hmm. We'll see. Quite frustrating, with the not-weighing-myself thing, but I think it's much better to wait a week. Or 2, if I can manage that.
Meanwhile, yesterday I (1) went to the gym straight after the work (the secret, as it was before, is to go straight to the gym, do not pass go, do not collect a hundred pounds, do not, for the love of God, SIT DOWN or you are buggered) and then (2) went for a walk around Lumpini Park (our modest version of Central Park) with my neighbour, which was an hour and a half of brisk walking on top of the 15 min walk to work and the half hour in the gym.
And I haven't actually officially started an exercise routine yet!
I am VERY GOOD INDEED! Somebody give me my gold star, stat!
Star
eta: woo! it worked - you should be damned proud of yourself my dear
Yay! Thank you!
::claps::
Clearly they've heard that you give great head!
...what? Oh, come on, you were all thinking it.
t blows raspberry
t not like that
Skippity-skipping like a shorn lamb to offer this long lost Gilbert and Sullivan number [link] for your approval.
You totally get a gold star, Fay.
Today we're off to St. John, and hopefully we'll get to go on this hike/tour thing. It sounds like MUCH fun, but it was already booked, but we're on the waiting list--the first two people. So, hopefully two people don't show up. Then we're GOLDEN! Otherwise, we'll just hang around St. John, which will also be nice...
I am BORED, and it's not even eleven. On the other hand, there's a birthday in the office today, so we're getting cream cakes at some point. But when? WHEN?!
How is everyone else? Less bored?
Edited because not eleven yet is still morning, and thus my brain is not quite playing with a full deck.