No, not with repulsive co-workers...
But now and then with my Grandparents, sure.
[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.
No, not with repulsive co-workers...
But now and then with my Grandparents, sure.
It happens, I just really was good at repressing it. In the back of the brain. Behind the otters. And away from the marching band. You know, really repressed.
O!
O!
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ORLY?
That's just mean.
Everyone knows your suits are molded on.
Sorry, that was insensitive of me. Moulded.
Yes, it was mean. I am a meany-pants, mold not included.
What? That shit doesn't happen to you?
Totally happens. And it's horrible.
Otters!
That's all I got.
Things that are not the same:
black cat on bed
black bra on bed
I just tried to sweep the cat in a generally "clothes that need washing" direction and pet my bra. While color coordination is good, they should not both be on my bed. The cat protested but the bra didn't seem to mind being groped.
Now sleep.
You late-night people=silly.
Timelies!
Someone posited the theory that women with short hair were displaying "too much" independence by refusing to spend the extra time and energy that taking care of long hair requires (YTime/EnergyMV) and that it was a sign of pernicious feminism and assault against The Way Things Should Be(TM).
Huh. I think it's much easier to take care of my hair when it's long. (Of course, I tend to interpret "take care of my hair" as "wash, comb, and do whatever necessary to keep it off my face," and with long hair, I can just put it in a ponytail or a braid. Short hair requires headbands or clips or barrettes or something, and takes way more time. Long hair does take much longer to wash and comb out, though, but that's the easy part.)