Hey Pix, how are you feeling?
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.
Laura, you sent us chocolates?!? How much do I love you? A whole lot.
I couldn't make up my mind which you needed more, booze or chocolate, so I combined. Hope they didn't melt!!! Love you, hon. Get some rest.
They did not melt. I had a lovely Grand Marnier chocolate liqueur a minute ago, AIWFG!
Chocolate cures so many woes.
And Grand Mariner hits most of the rest.
Heyyy!
I went dancing, and am now eating the chex mix I made earlier that I'm supposed to be taking camping, but it is sooooo yummy. Nom nom nom.
Dancing was fun. Turns out one of the guys has the same birthday, so he brought cake! And one of my friends is a sweetie, and brought me balloons. She put little "tasks" in them, and told me I had to give them to people and pop them to find the tasks, but I didn't really do it until the end of the evening because I didn't want to give up having balloons! And a couple of my other friends came, even though they don't dance, so that was fun. Other than that, just a usual Friday night, which was fine. Though the DJ was kinda dreadful, he was not one of the usual ones. Made me contemplate finding out what I'd have to do to DJ. Might be fun. But then I couldn't dance. Might not be worth it. Control vs. not dancing. Hmmm.
Choose Dance! Yay for balloons and cake. So, what were the tasks?
Trying to decide between office work and house work. Office has coffee, but house means I don't have to get dressed.
I skipped both the hiking and synagogue, because I don't feel like getting dressed this early in the morning. It's supposed to rain today, anyway.
OMG, realised this afternoon that I'd missed my grandmother's birthday. I am a worm.
I just phoned her, and she was kind about it (well, I don't think she could make out much of what I was saying - her carer passed on the message) - but for fuck's sakes, that's THE ONLY THING I'm supposed to do, duty-wise, as a granddaughter - phone her on her birthday. She's stuck in her living room, dependent on her carers and my mum for everything, and her quality of life sucks. And I am so self-involved that I can't even take five fucking minutes to make sure I remember her birthday.
I lose at life.
And I can't undo it. Damn it damn it damn it.