Jayne ,'The Train Job'
[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.
Sometimes I think of global warming pushing palmetto bugs as far north as NYC and the only thing that comforts me is the thought that maybe Manhattan will be underwater by that time, making the giant flying roaches a moot point.
I *really* *really* hate them. To the point where I can sometimes suppress my lizard-brain spiderphobia by telling myself that spiders eat roaches.
Tep, the beginning of the billboard story must have happened while I was away. Fill me in!
Oh, meara! So sorry about the job news.
Prolly a white blouse and tan pants.
the white blouse might wash you out. I might take a few options for them to choose from.
Meara, I'm sorry to hear about your job. I think it says less about your luck and more about the state of the economy, though.
Still, you've gotten some warning and that gives you time to start looking while still employed.
ugh, meara! I'm so sorry.
meara - what Pete said. Pete is wise. and you are not bad luck.
Tep, the beginning of the billboard story must have happened while I was away. Fill me in!
Prolly a white blouse and tan pants.
the white blouse might wash you out. I might take a few options for them to choose from.
Fortunately (?) they're coming to my house to take the picture. (I know, weird, right? I even asked them if they had a studio I could go to, because our house is small and, frankly, an utter disaster zone. They said that no, they don't have a studio, and people love having them come to their houses because it's "convenient." Well, whatever.) So if they don't like the white shirt, they can go through my closet if they want to.
(((meara))) I'm so sorry. What everyone else said, blame the economy not yourself.
Argh! The universe needs to lay off meara's employment, like, right now! Sorry, doll.
Giant flying roaches on the other hand can fuck right the hell off.
This? Cannot be repeated too many times, imho.
It is a mark of how long I've been living in hot places that now I am so comparatively placid about a medium-sized spider just hanging out doing its thing on a wall in a hotel bathroom. I'm all "...shorter than my thumb? Disinclined towards scuttling as a lifestyle choice? Well okay then! Live and let live!"
Giang flying roaches, otoh...well, you know the drill.