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.
Tep, the beginning of the billboard story must have happened while I was away. Fill me in!
Voila: Steph L. "Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness" Jul 31, 2008 4:59:13 pm PDT
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.
Crap, meara. Sorry to hear it.
Though if you wind up taking a job in LA, *I* would consider it a net gain.
Your employment troubles are not about me, though...
...hang on, wtf?
scurries over to Beep Me.
Oh, Christ on a crutch. Meara, love, I'm so sorry. Fuckers.
fwiw, you're still very welcome to come crash on my sofabed for a bit, if you fancy.
Damn, meara. I'm glad you've got some warning, but damn this economy.
sj, much ~ma for TCG's step-grandma, and whole family.
meara, that sucks so much about your job. Best of job~ma for something great to come along quickly both to you, and to Sail.
Also, Aims or MM... Tim, Liz and the kids want to join us tonight. Which means they'll handle the ride for me. Call me to talk. I tried calling Joe's cell and had a problem connecting.
Ack, meara-- that is WAY big on the suckagetude.
And in other WTF news, check this out: Beware if an 'academic' throws a hissy fit over your book-- your publisher may get vewwy vewwy scared
And follow the link to the WSJ story, the whole thing is just... mind-boggling and makes me want to take Bertha to this sanctimonious bee-yotch. How DARE she mess with an author's career like this?
