Heh. You people funny.
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'm doing it. I'm calling. I can't stand it. I have practiced a lovely, not-desperate script, and I'm doing it.
Wish me luck.
Probably you should wait til Monday, Erin. It's very tempting to call today, but really you should give them til after their own deadline.
G'morning. There were thunderstorms here last night, but apparently even better ones at 5AM. Which is not fair, cause there are never thunderstorms here, but who wants to be up enjoying thunderstorms at 5AM? Not I! Instead, I kept trying to sleep. And instead had terribly boring stupid cliched dreams (for me) about being in airports and missing flights. Like I haven't had THOSE dreams before, please.
Je suis le president de Burundi.
Dammit, meara!
J'ai tué le président du Paraguay avec une fourchette.
Eh, did you already call them, Erin? Truth is, you'll probably get voice mail, right? Which sounds eager, but is essentially the same as calling on Monday, since that's when they'll get it...
Je dois part maintenant parce que ma grandmère est flambèe…
I just held up my cell phone to my forehead and intoned "Call me, (school name)! Call me. CAAALLLLL MEEEEE."
Maybe it will work! I was very sincere.
No, I didn't call them, because I checked my work horoscope (which said you're on your own; friends might not offer proper support) and then I read your comment.
I don't believe in astrology, per se, but I am freakin' out. a little.