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Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Rarely burns.
That's a good thing to have in a place of residence. Unfortunately, my place of residence has a barely contained wildfire about 15 miles away. The one 10 miles away in the other direction is finally out.
Yay, summer in Utah.
{{{{Sean}}}}
Hurt's still fresh, Sean. I'm glad you saw good friends. Sorry some of them are clueless idiots but you're in a better place so don't let them get to you.
Olivia is munching on carrot sticks that she got out of the fridge herself. I have no idea where she gets this behavior. Her stuffed lab puppy in the toilet--I know where she learned THAT.
{{{Seany}}}
I got some work done today. Not as much as I wanted to get done, but enough, and it gave me a definite direction for what I need to do tomorrow. Also, I was looking through job postings, and found an ad for a position at Ohio State that's pretty much exactly what I want to do. I need to get a bunch more stuff in order before I can apply (recommendations, teaching statement, research statement, CV), but once I have all that done, I'm definitely applying there.
I'm taking out my frustration with my mother by dealing with the stupid on a thread over at Smart Bitches. Dialogue is by and large reasoned, but there's the odd asswipe who thinks that an academic trying to ruin someone's writing career isn't that big a thing.
And Sean, since I'm new to posting on the board, I don't know all the details of what went down, but I do see that it's taken quite a toll on you and I can empathize, since I've been in bad places like that before-- I'm so very sorry and hope that things improve soon.
Safe flight, Sean. California missed you. I could even feel it up here!
Barb, I am still annoyed that in our evening together we never thought to take a picture! But that was a grand, grand evening.
I can't wait to see Cashmere and Jess (and E and D).
Speaking of Facebook; I keep getting friended by people who wouldn't/didn't speak to me in high school. Why in the HELL would I want to speak to them now?
I know, people change, yadda, yadda. I do at least look at profiles and see if there's anything redeeming about 'em now.
Eff 'em, javachik. If they wouldn't talk to you then? Eff 'em right in the ear.
I may not be the best person to give advice about this kind of thing right now.
And thanks, Barb. That means a thing.