Buffy ,'Help'
[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.
t First World Woes
WHERE, OH WHERE, IS THE FOOD DELIVERY GUY WITH MY CAESAR SALAD, MY CHICKEN SATAY AND MY SAUSAGES? IT IS NEARLY 9.30PM! I ORDERED IT AT 7.30PM!
weakly shakes tiny fist at sky
t /First World Woes
Seriously, though - not cool! Hungry hungry hungry now!
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fluffs vw's pillow
kicks Fay's delivery guy in the ass eta: yay it worked!
Aww, I brought candies to the biker guys next door. Collected Valentine's Day kisses and hugs. I have the nicest office mates. They are always doing stuff for me so it was good to have an excuse to bring them sweets.
Looks like Fay got her dinner... Yay!
Gronklies, all. And Merry Valentine's Day.
Valentine's Day. Bah, humbug. I hope it's a happy day for everyone, despite the ads that imply that our lives would be perfect if only we had a man buy us jewelry. I don't even want a man who buys me jewelry. I want a man who buys me power tools.
Get better, Bug. Rest. Drink plenty of fluids. My mother believes in the magical power of tea. I believe in the magical power of ice cream.
I am still fooling with the office and I am about to drive the dog insane. There is dropping things and losing things and toe stubbing and much profanity. He usually ends up retiring to his crate and looking accusingly at me.
Get better, Bug. Rest. Drink plenty of fluids. My mother believes in the magical power of tea. I believe in the magical power of ice cream.
Tea--check. Ice cream--no check. But, I have popsicles, which sound better than ice cream right now.
There is dropping things and losing things and toe stubbing and much profanity.
Ginger, please be careful. We like our Ginger in one piece.
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...YAY INDEED!
Man. I just about inhaled that Caesar salad. Half hour delivery time my ass. Bad job, FoodByPhone! All well and good emailing me a confirmation at 7.45 - but the damn food didn't arrive until two hours later! And that 'no croutons' request? Meant NO CROUTONS, damn your eyes!(...and yet I still tipped the bastard delivery guy. Because...because I'm not up to being that rude, really.)
...anyway, yes, feeling considerably more human now that I've inhaled a yummy salad and a couple of chicken satay things, and several wee chipolatas-wrapped-in-bacon. The rest can go sit in the fridge to be made into yummy breakfast.
I am contemplating chocolate. However, it is in a fairly dispassionate way, rather than in a yearning way - it is, after all, Valentine's Day. I scored a heart-on-a-stick wand-type thing from one wee girl, and a red rose from another wee girl, and a rather magnificent fan from a friend at work. And the only snuggles I'm getting are from The Cat Daniel (who is mostly after my dinner). Also, my stomach doesn't seem to believe that it's been fed yet, and is still making urgent 'OMG Hungry' grumbles, like an annoying toddler.
Think I'll wait a bit, and see if I really want chocolate. Suspect not.
But it's worldwide chocolatier's day.
See, the only Worldwide Chocolatier that springs to mind is Willy Wonka. Played by Johnny Depp.
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...Johnny Depp.
...so, maybe I do need chocolate. Hmm.