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You know, it's funny. We went to war never looking to come back, but it's the real world I couldn't survive.
Tracy ,'The Message'
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.
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!
Jars - May 12, 2008 3:27:59 am PDT #8674 of 10001
Holy fuckstick! What a total Cunty McCunterson. Nyargh. I'm filled with rage from a continent away; can only imagine how you're feeling.