I thought all my stomach problems from yesterday were gone, but the thought of cooking dinner has brought back all the nausea. I blame the tree sex.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
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.
Dear Students: Do not whine and complaint at me about having to leave the building because the fire alarm goes off. Do not bitchface at me when you ask if you can leave your laptop and I answer, "I don't think that's a good idea."
Next time, I've leaving the burning building without you.
Signed, Me
Thanks, Beverly. I am looking forward to being settled in their, once we get all the little details straightened out, like how my new landlord made all the locks in the building open with the same key. He seems nice, but maybe not too bright.
I have come to appreciate beer more since dating TCG. Not enough to want a whole glass to myself, but enough that I will try what he is drinking and I can appreciate the different flavors of different brews.
I don't drink beer. Haven't had one in about 25 years. My theory is that I drank enough of the stuff before I turned 21 to last me a lifetime. My beer memories involve overindulgence and the consequences. Hard to get past that. In conclusion, wino.
Someone hold me. Please.
I've managed to work my wine taste up to liking more than just the fruitier whites, I now also like a nice buttery Chardonnay.
Reds, though? Blech. That bitter tannic acid just overpowers everything else, so I don't appreciate whatever I'm eating and can only taste the bitterness of the wine.
::offers vw a snuggle::
{{{vw}}}
I can drink almost any kind of wine now too. I didn't really start drinking at all until I was about 24, and it took me a while to develop a taste for any of it.
Reds, though? Blech. That bitter tannic acid just overpowers everything else, so I don't appreciate whatever I'm eating and can only taste the bitterness of the wine.
Reds: All mine! YUM.
vw, if we killed someone would that help?
vw, if we killed someone would that help?
Well, you can start with my incompetent groupmates, then move to the jerk in financial aid, and then you can end with whoever we can thank for our current economy.