Yay, omnis!!! Home sweet sticky humid home.
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.
Hey omnis: That's right, you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway.
And now I must go listen to that CD.
Oh, man, Tep, you had to go and remind me (a) how much I love Lyle Lovett, and (b) despite (a), I own absolutely nothing of his, not one single song. What is the matter with me?
(b) despite (a), I own absolutely nothing of his, not one single song. What is the matter with me?
Girlie, I distinctly remember burning you all the Lyle Lovett I had, lo these many years ago (possibly before you moved into your current abode). Wha' happened?
I finally met my neighbor upstairs. She's a single mom with two kids (one preteen and one teen, I think)and seems very nice.
Hey Barb, Kate is wonderful...and I owe her some chapters. I'm just woefully low-self-esteemy about them right now.
I have matzo ball soup simmering on the stove. Slept all day, and still feel like I could sleep some more. Stupid sick.
Also got six new bras from Victoria's Secret because today was the last day of the semi-annual sale. Hoping they all fit.
Also got six new bras from Victoria's Secret because today was the last day of the semi-annual sale. Hoping they all fit.
Hi, Allyson! Were you able to figure out which style you were looking for?
I am so gronkified. I went to bed at about 6 am, woke up at ? from a dream that involved a Viggo Mortensen/Nathan Fillion hyrbid guy helping me clean up snow while I flew (don't ask me, I dunno either), fell beck into sleep with an EXTREMEL disturbing dream involving Lady Heather of CSI, a weird voodoo ritual that involved someone masturbating on my head and ME growing a penis, and then walking into a steel mill to find they had a secret MAC storage facility underneath it, with a vault of albums from the 80's.
WTFF?!
Now I'm supposed to stay the night at a friends so I can take her and her bf to the sirport at 6:30 in the morning, and then I have a detist appt. at 11:30.
I slept for 12 hours! How am I supposed to fall asleep enough to take them to the airport, and then make my appt. 5 hours later.
The insomniac logistics, they are confusing.
Need. coffee.
I couldn't remember so I got a couple of IPEX and a few different kinds of Infinity Edge.
I think part of the problem is that the almost daily workouts have changed my body shape a little bit and my current bras aren't fitting right.
*smooches Plei for the pimpage*
Hey Erin, probably SmartBitches (and thank you also for having the books for your class)-- I hang there and get my crank on from time to time. Speaking of getting my crank on, my "Romance Don't Love Me No More" post is going to go up on Romancing the Blog tomorrow and I'm fully expecting to have all the fangrrrls of the different genres tell me what a heretic I am. I'm rather looking forward to it, actually.
Also speaking of getting my crank on, I'm in Miami after an uneventful drive and my mother is acting like she's sixteen. The woman has actually dug up the pictures of my father that she didn't burn thirty years ago and has them framed and sitting on her dresser. Frankly, I'm amazed they didn't have kissy lipstick marks on the glass.
It's gonna be a lonnnnnnng thirty-six hours until I fly out of here. Oy.