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.
Kristin, I've had that reaction to antibiotics before. The doctor I went to said to try taking it with food, rather than on an empty stomach.
I've now taped up my computer cords enough that there is now only one cord visible under my desk, and it's a white extension cord that lies flat in the corner between the white wall and the white carpet, so it's barely visible. Next step, the tangle behind my TV. I've got a TV, a DVD/VCR, a Playstation, and a Wii in a tiny little space, with no obvious ways to hide anything, so that one's going to be tricky. Also, the stand it's on is antique, so I don't really want to put any adhesive on it.
So. Some not so happy developments today --
Earlier today, I noticed that one of our city recycling bins had a tag on it. I mentioned it to S.
A couple of hours ago, we heard a car alarm go off in the street below.
I just found out it was the car of our neighbors in the unit next to us. Somebody had tagged their back window (with a finger, in the window dirt), and busted out their rear driver's side window.
Out of nowhere, our neighborhood has gone to shit.
I did not know there were lions.
There's a lion habitat with a glass-walled/roofed walkthrough, and there was a male lion lounging on top of the walkthrough. The ceiling was too dirty and scratched up for good pictures, but it was neat to walk underneath a lion.
Yikes, Sean.
I'm watching Center Stage. The ballet at the end is possibly the silliest thing I've ever seen. But it's still a fun movie.
Center Stage is SUCH a fun movie. I own it on VHS.
Is it pan-zan-AYAH or pan-zan-ELLAH?
I think panzaneELLAH, because it's not spanish, and only spanish makes it AYA?
So, went to the murder mystery party. There were LOTS of people there. I had an AWESOME time being a call girl and being all suggestive and throaty voiced and flirting with people and making double-entendres. They gave us fake money to gamble with, and I even got someone to pay me for a hug. Hee. I kissed her on the cheek too. And later, she was telling her friends and girlfriend she got a kiss. I was like "A hug?" and they were like "BUSTED!" Heh.
Annoyingly, the GILF was friendly enough that people who did not know either of us though we were DATING, but unfriendly enough that she left without saying goodbye. HRMPH.
But overall the party was much fun. AND I guessed the murderer! Only four of us (out of...30 or more people at hte party?) did.
pan-zan-EL-ah
And Sean, that sucks.
Kristin, I hope you continue to feel better!
I, out of nowhere, have another fucking cold. My throat feels like someone's been cleaning it with a brillo pad.
I, out of nowhere, have another fucking cold.
Out of nowhere? Or out of the mouths of babes? 'Cuz agar's got nothing on babythroats when it comes to cultivating new and debilitating cultures.
I was looking at the Buffista map, and I feel like I should be doing missionary work for the Buffistas so that our influence and numbers can grow.
aw jeez connie, not too much, or the bucket threads will fill up every other day
:: runs & hides ::
ION, yup, my body did it again. A lil later, 8:30. WTF people?? I am NOT a morning person. Especially on what might be my last day off for a few weeks. I should be able to SLEEP till noon or something. Nope. :; sigh ::
I just woke up a few minutes ago. Sent an ecard to my mom to tell her that there's a real card in the mail. I should go work on my dissertation today, but I so don't feel like it.