Foodgasm? I'll tell you about a foodgasm. The local grocery story has huge packages of fresh sugar snap peas for $2. Daniel brought some home, and after rinsing them, we started eating them raw. Oh, so sweet, as good as if we were standing in the middle of the garden picking them ourselves.
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.
OK, can someone wave at me or something? Nothing at all to do with b.org, but I'm looking for proof that I haven't been somehow rendered internet blinvisible. (Like, I've posted several things in several places that usually get a quick response, even on the weekend, but I'm getting an echoing silence, in one case for a full 48 hours.)
Hi Susan!
t feels less transparent
Susan? Is that you? I can hear you, but I'm not sure which direction you're coming from.
It's a weird feeling, it really is. Like that time when I was 15 and couldn't find anybody, anywhere, and was starting to almost kinda sorta think the Rapture had come and I'd been Left Behind. Only, you know, less scary.
Well. Great time for all kinds of nefarious activities, if you have inadvertently tripped on your inviso-shield. Should be proof against security cameras too, right?
And with that, I bid you goodnight.
finally reinstalled Quicken. Damn. It appears in the HD crash of 2008 (yes, it's momentous, so give it heavy sounding name), it appears my quicken file of YEARS, like 10 years, corrupt. Gone. Bye bye. Uggg.
Learn from my mistake, please Please PLEASE make back ups!
/PSA
Oh, damn, oa, that sucks.
I woke up at a decentish hour this morning, and was so happy--figured then I could go to SLEEP at a decent hour tonight, right?
But no, ended up with a migraine and had to sleep away the afternoon. So now I'm terribly awake. GAH.
Also, tried to file my stupid unemployment claim, and it was all "Have you or will you get paid for this week" and then wants to know how much. I'm like "I don't really know, I haven't GOT IT YET" but I'm afraid if I lie (cause eventually, I'll get a severance check), they'll come find me and bankrupt me or something (OK, my brain is paranoid and melodramatic)
My doctor thinks I have a bladder infection. I'm trying to drink some cranberry juice. This is disgusting. I can see why this stuff is usually sweetened.