Underwear gnomes?
'Ariel'
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.
sounds like the sort of thing a schizophrenic might feel compelled to do
Any ideas?
Mal was thinking of using it as a getaway car?
My lungs have joined the general revolt. Lungs hurt. Eyes hurt. Nose drips. You people have to stop breathing on the internets.
Laga, don't be silly.
KT, ugg. You need new HMO and new lungs, maybe not in that order.
Strange about the plate.
I'm avoiding work. Sssh. I'm.. I'm... oh heck, I gotta go work. Blah. Motivation low. Need refill. Garson?
But I'm not convinced she ever thought I was as sick as I was, and I'm really not thrilled about the fact that I now have to entrust myself to her for follow-up. I don't trust her, at least as far as this illness goes, anywhere near as much as I trust Dr. S.
Kristin, you need to be honest with your PCP. There's no point in having a doctor that you don't trust.
Is it too early to go to bed?
I've got a student who's sending me emails literally begging me to move her grade from an A- to an A. I don't know how to respond to this, since she's not really getting any way I've tried saying "no."
FUCK YOU, YOU ENTITLED LITTLE OVERACHIEVER.
If you e-mail me again, I'm going to introduce you to my friend Vortex.