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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 thought you'd be good, Sox, because you can compare and contrast with B'more. What neighborhood do you live in there? The jobs they are getting are in center city so they are interested in something on a train line, at least.
Laga, insent
backflung
Yanno, at the rate my mother is going, I'm seriously considering moving somewhere that, if not inaccessible, is at least far, far away.
And not leaving a forwarding address.
Jilli, when you come back, can you take a look at these and tell me if any of them strike your fancy.
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I can drink the water again. I'm so excited. (We've been on a boil water advisory for two days.)
Daisy Jane, patterns 2 & 3 are my favorites.
So I think the interview went okay. I didn't babble too much. They made me stand up and twirl around so they could get an action shot of my outfit. Now I think I'm going to go get food.
Okay, the universe can back the fuck off.
Looks like it is time to start looking into a wheelchair conversion van for Mom, or...something...along those lines. She couldn't make the transfer from her wheelchair into the van today so that she could go to a hair appointment. She didn't fall, but just couldn't help her attendant and slid to the ground. Three of us got us back into her wheelchair and she's now snoozing. I'm also looking into paratransit services in the area, but her house is far enough away from central services for El Cajon or San Diego so I'm not sure how well it will work out.
Sigh. Okay, time to get back to making phone calls on insurance policies and IRA's and I also need to go to the mortuary to pick up the certified copies of the death certificate.
Oh Jesus, Drew-- okay, seriously, the universe can back the fuck off now. Or go bother someone else, like Shrubwit.
Um, hello, Universe? I'd like to put in an order for a plague of frogs to go pee on Shrubwit's head.