That's very cool, Aims. If a bit strange.
(I always wonder who else might be lurking around here. Dad? If you're reading, stop lurking and say hi!)
[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.
That's very cool, Aims. If a bit strange.
(I always wonder who else might be lurking around here. Dad? If you're reading, stop lurking and say hi!)
That's whoa, Aims.
(I always wonder who else might be lurking around here. Dad? If you're reading, stop lurking and say hi!)
And, uh...Jesus? Some of us are kidding.
Very impressed with Aim's finding the right job after all. I'm fond of dedicated lurkers, though. I always think of the angels in the library in Wings of Desire.
The sash talk has got me thinking about a Goth Scouts troupe populated with Wednesday Addams and Lenore and Creepy Susie and I is For Ida Who Drowned in a Lake.
That's great, Aims! One of the other contractors that just started here is a Buffy fan. Unfortunately, she's also a Republican
You know, some people are. It's OK. Some of them are even good people.
Holy crap, Empress!
squints out into the aether nervously. waves at lurkers.
I could leave in 45 minutes.
But Aims can't.
I have a quandary.
I have a quandary.
whether to have a beer or a margarita?
Go margarita! Choose margarita!
You'll all have to pardon me, I'm a little verklempt.
My mom and dad just pooled their airline miles and managed to get two round trip flights for Drew and me to go home to New England this summer. I couldn't have afforded to go otherwise, and I'm kind of happy/weepy about their generosity.
whether to have a beer or a margarita?
Oh, no, it's always beer.
Go margarita! Choose margarita!
Sorry, Cash.
No, the quandary is what to do with two hours. It's not enough to see a movie (plus, if I go see Indy without her, she'll likely throw me into a specially constructed room filled with tiles that trigger a shower of poison darts to make me look like an arsenic pin-cushion just before the whole room caves in on me). It seems kinda stoopid to go get Da Punk then pick her up, because it's essentially a go home, go to work, go home AGAIN trip...
I could go to a bar, I suppose...