So nice to see you and the boy, Steph. Hey, how are you feeling birthday girl?
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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 must be very married, I looked at the picture of The Boy and went, "Oh, god, look, ocean. Seashore. Oh, yeah, The Boy, not bad. But he's blocking the ocean."
Edit: I want an ocean for my birthday. Damned lucky Teppy.
Why did I get a 5:30 email asking me to coordinate lunch for 8 people for a noon meeting tomorrow?
It's because I did something awful isn't it.
(I should also mention that I need to be updating the spreadsheet from hell)
Wait, Dana is leaving Texas?
How? Why? How?
Someone doesn't read Beep Me...
Because I did something awful.
Yes, I was just coming in to say I should maybe just read Beep Me more often.
Because I did something awful.
Impocerous!
Then why am I still at work? And why must Dana leave Texas before I've gotten to visit her? And why do I have to go pick up corner bakery at 11 tomorrow?
I seem to have wronged the universe somehow.
I am not getting any packing done today it seems. Oy. It seems one of my good friends here in CA has a sister that lives in the Dallas area, and she was all happy to meet me. She went to visit my new house and called me right away.
"there are homeless cleaning windshields at the end of the block. That is two houses down from where you live. I saw a cop passing by and talked to him, and he was saying "this is a rough stretch of Gaston, you really don't want someone new to the city here".
YIKES! PLAN B! PLAN B!
So, instead of living in a cute renovated building with a small footprint/Melrose feel, I'm going with one of the ant hill complexes that are known for being safe. Yes, I will feel like a byte of code in a Microsoft Application rather than an Application on a Mac. But.. well. Ah, the joys of moving via the internet.
Stress... um.. ya. And I still haven't had lunch. Uggg.