Holy shit, Raq, that's insane.
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.
Yikes, Raq! What a firedrill.
Poor Raq. You are so frequently being bedeviled. And you don't deserve it, no!
Holy fuck, Raq, that's awful. I can't even imagine how you got through the weekend without bloodshed.
It's the Winchester Luck.
I'm glad we are moved, though. It's nice to see Mal running around in a yard.
I'm just having some culture shock: all of our neighbors have stopped by and introduced themselves at various times. And while we were off-loading the truck on Saturday, yet another set of neighbors brought over a cooler with drinks for us! My shit is officially freaked out.
Freaky, but nice, Raq. I haven't met anyone else that lives in the apartments near us. I've seen people and nodded and such, but no actual conversations.
And while we were off-loading the truck on Saturday, yet another set of neighbors brought over a cooler with drinks for us!
That is a GREAT housewarming present. I'm going to keep that in mind.
Raq, what a nightmare! I'm glad you guys are out of that place.
Scorecard:
Raq's last-minute move-helping friends: WIN
Raq's nice new neighbors: WIN
Raq's new place: WIN
Raq's shitty PMs at the old place: FAIL
My shit is officially freaked out.
That has happened to me on a couple of moves. It's a good sign. Last time my new next door neighbor had us over for ribs and booze after we moved in. Friendly neighbors rock.