{{{Aims}}} What happened?
A ghost? What's the deal? Is every frat on this campus haunted? And if so, why do people keep coming to these parties, cause it's not the snacks.
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
sj - May 12, 2008 2:29:41 am PDT #8664 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Laura - May 12, 2008 2:31:11 am PDT #8665 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
!!!
Aims - May 12, 2008 2:32:06 am PDT #8666 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
No idea. I didn't work Friday because I had migraine from hell. He called this morning at 7am and said "Your performance has been all over the map" and "I need to switch it up."
Amy - May 12, 2008 2:34:13 am PDT #8667 of 10001
Because books.
He fucking called you at 7 a.m.?! Jesus, Aims. I'm so sorry.
Laura - May 12, 2008 2:35:14 am PDT #8668 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
I'm sorry, Aims. May the next surprise phone call be the new sane employer.
amych - May 12, 2008 2:44:29 am PDT #8669 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
That's such crap, Aims. I'm really sorry.
Stephanie - May 12, 2008 2:50:12 am PDT #8670 of 10001
Trust my rage
woah, happy Monday to you too! (I hope the new improved employer calla soon.)
hippocampus - May 12, 2008 2:51:46 am PDT #8671 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Aims - I'm so sorry. Much job-ma, and I hope that guy slips on a banana peel.
::goes to store to buy bananas::
billytea - May 12, 2008 2:55:42 am PDT #8672 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm very sorry to hear that, Aimee. I hope the other job comes through.
vw bug - May 12, 2008 3:17:57 am PDT #8673 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Wow, Aims, that's just. Wow. I have no words. Hugs and so much job~ma!