'Never Leave Me'
[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.
I'd love to see the badge designs we could come up with...
Don't Talk to Me; Kinky; Boyfriend Wears a Dress; Former Christian Cult Member; Yes I Know I'm Fat; Seriously, Don't Talk to Me
No, you can't catch it. Maybe I could add: I know Four Ways To Kill You With Ordinary Household Objects.
erika's sash wins!
This probably shouldn't be as nifty to me as it is, but I just found out that the fancy-name watches we got off an auction site for insanely low prices are actual Chinese forgeries. I don't know why I think it's cool that I'm wearing something that was created in an attempt at actual deception rather than something that's an obvious knockoff. Probably because it's made to a higher standard than obvious knockoffs.
Though it still would have been cooler to be wearing a $900 watch that we got for $86.
I think my sash would say "Giant Nerd; Mixed Parentage (One Male, One Female); Most Animals Are Cooler than You"
Or, for informal occasions, "Penguin of Death".
Most Animals Are Cooler than You
Love this one.
Jackass Ex-Boss.
I asked about my unused vacation days that I had accrued being on my final paycheck. His response?
"Your employment contract does not say that I have to."
Mine would probably say:
Atheist -- yes I eat babies, do you have any?
"Your employment contract does not say that I have to."
Doochnozzle fucktard.
For me, I wouldn't want to have a sash. I actually like the process of getting to know another person, having all those points revealed in their own time.
I like this. Also, my sash would likely be more a toga. By the time folks could read it all I would be far far away. Perhaps my sash should read
The longer you know me the more stuff you'll find out. Let's find out more about each other.
I honestly never gave much thought to the awkwardness of coming out at work. Most every place I have worked had gay people. Good grief, as if being someplace new isn't tough enough. Perhaps the most awkward thing I have had to tell people was that my late DH died of AIDS. Mixed reactions there, but an instant clue as to whether we are going to get along. Some times I chicken out and say he died of cancer, because also true.
Empress' Ex-Boss: "Why did you stab me with 40,000 sporks!"
Empress: "My employment contract didn't say I couldn't."
"Your employment contract does not say that I have to."
God DAMN what a dishonorable sneaky scumbag. I fervently hope his business tanks without you.
And I hope he calls you for help so that you can say "My employment contract did not say that I have to."