Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
[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.
Job~ma to Joe and family~ma for Suzi.
Have found the myspace page of my plane seatmate from last night. He doesn't look like a serial killer so I'm sending his info to my single girlfriend in Columbus. Maybe my first flight got cancelled for a reason.
I got Olivia the teeniest pair of Crocs I could find and they fit her perfectly. OMG, they're so cute on kids.
I thought Du Jour meant Back Door Lover.
Du Juor means hygiene!
job~ma for Joe
Peace~ma for Suzi and family
Today at a staff meeting, upon realizing I'd neglected to book a room for an event next week, on account of my being sick or in classes so much the past few weeks that I'd failed to notice it's almost March, I muttered, "Oh, criminy."
This amused my coworkers no end ("It's 18th-century Susan!"), not least because they've all heard me swear in much more contemporary fashions (chaplains? actually a pretty foul-mouthed bunch, and I'm pretty sure I've unleashed at least one "fucketty damn" around the office).
I'd laugh too,Susan.
Job ma~~~ to Joe,Family peacema~~ to Suzi.
ND, fair warning: it's Spirit Week at school, which means silly costumes all week. Today is High School stereotype day, so I am a stereotypical emo/goth girl. Just letting you know before you see me and wonder if I've lost my mind.
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ugh this one person will not stop hounding me about how the formula to calculate our reward for the charity contest is wrong. Can't we please just sell the hearts and worry about our reward after it's over? It's not about the pizza party: it's about raising money for kids, people!
Tell them just that. "Not your job to worry about the money. That's mine. It's your job to sell the hearts to help the kids."
OMG, they're so cute on kids.
Ellie's Crocs are adorable on her and so practical. On me, I look like I have clown feet.