Bloody hell, Susan. Sorry, love.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Susan, I'm so very sorry.
And, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEPHANIE!!!
Sigh. I think I have gotten old. Part of me wants to go out dancing and meet hot women and flirt with them, but the rest of me is like "Nah, that's too much effort, and it'll be loud and crowded and annoying and you have to find parking and besides you won't meet anyone there anyway". And I gave in, and did not go. Sigh. LAME.
Also, a girl I know called my phone half an hour ago and left an accidental message (as in, there was no message I could tell, just loud party-like sounds).
a girl I know called my phone half an hour ago and left an accidental message (as in, there was no message I could tell, just loud party-like sounds).
She wasn't having any fun, though, it was just loud and annoying and she was calling you because you were the only interesting person she knew.
I would like to publicly state that Lee was not a stoner tonight.
Nor did I spend the whole concert making out with a gay straight man.
A wee gay straight man.
You realize this begs the question of what she WAS, then, if not a stoner. And who what she DID, then, if not a wee gay straight man.
It occurs to me that I never did remark upon the STAGGERING resemblance between Smonster and Juliana.
Said resemblance? Staggering. Absofuckinglutely staggering.
t whispers Also? Lee is a stoner! pass it on!
t /whispers