Spike ,'Sleeper'
[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 would like to announce that I hate my friends.
I was FIVE minutes from walking out the door to go to karaoke, and they called and said they weren't going. Mind, I turned down an invite from the lovely JZ to go see Sweeney Todd at the Red Vic, because flaky friends confirmed that they'd be going to karaoke.
Pfah. Was looking to get my performing on after the shaky-ass callback today. Or would have loved to hang out with JZ. Either way. Stupid friends.
Ugh. I hate flakey.
OK, now I have about 15 minutes to kill. Though I just realized these pants are so low rise that sitting down in them is an issue. Hrm. Normally I would wear a long shirt, but....
Am also not loving the wifebeater with corset. Maybe a white one? I dont' think I have a decent white one. Argh. But the makeup worked out well.
Though I just realized these pants are so low rise that sitting down in them is an issue.
That's what the pretty undies are for
Am also not loving the wifebeater with corset.
take it off!
ION my doggie is in the mosaic!
juliana, I regret to inform you that your friends are STOOPID.
Matilda is so not remotely close to sleep it's ridiculous. Hec and I, on the other hand? Are tired, tired, tired. Tomorrow morning is going to be brutal.
I can't believe there's over 40 Abbey dogs in the mosaic and not one Rex. Rex is a great name for a dog!
Hubby came home yesterday, though he hadn't shown the signs that the doctors wanted him to before they let him go (suffice to say they wanted more signs that his intestinal tract was processing things properly). He'd been showing some of the symptoms that said I should take him back to the hospital and yell at people for letting him go home too early, but just now he came back from the bathroom with positive news.
It's very odd to share a sincerely happy moment with my spouse over poo.
edit: Yeah, that's my big news on a Saturday night. I suspect my expectations have changed over the years.
all the poo talk was in natter. I feel like I should say something,but...no
Omnis, Frisco is not a kitten--he's Stephanie's new baby son who apparently does purr.Duh, wow, how did I mix that one up. Yup, too much work. Sorry about that Stephanie. :: embarrassed ::
pssst motivation hides under the covers or on the comfy couchYou are not helping BethB. I was on the couch far too long today before heading in to work. And now I am back, avoiding doing my taxes.
oh good, I made up for you by doing nothingHmm, related to the previous note? I dunno. Maybe ;)
As for me, lets see. Slept until 11ish. Watched my battery of Saturday toons (Legion of Superheroes, Batman, and Spectacular Spiderman). Did a ton of dishes. Even cleaned the breakfast and lunch dishes after using (a rare thing), returned 3 phone calls, shopped at 4 locations for CD's for work... big stores... which explains the tired legs now, worked in studio for a few hours, waited for meeting after rehearsal, only to learn person left already. Came home, and currently avoiding taxes. Yup, a full day.
you worked too hard. I did very little. I am guessing that iswhy I'mnot sleeping. but it seems to be time to try again.