Oh lord javachik, I am so sorry.
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ugh, that sucks Java. Sorry about the extra work.
Oh, javachik, I'm sorry. This feeling sucks.
Laga, I agree with what all others said. If she insists acting like a toddler, be there for her, but don't support this behavior. Or just, you know, buy "Gentlemen" for her. Also, I'm ready with the huge reality check club of mine at all times.
IOmeN, parental unit drove me crazy over the weekend, after we saw my grandfather. I'm so glad I left home, you know? I went to Jose Gonzales show last night, and combining with my favorite person to go to shows with, it was good. I smiled, I laughed, and things are... pinker, I guess.
java, may the project from hell get fixed and stay fixed. It needs to go away!
Skipping pretty much all posts to say Hello! from Cracow. My class is going well (one smart mouth who has declared Westlaw the "stupidist database ever!") and I'm being well taken care of by the people here. My DH arrives this afternoon, and I am looking forward to that very much.
Take care, Bitches!
Hello, Cracow!
Ummmph. Lunch is stuck inside a jar that I can't open.
Send help.
Edit: mom, over the phone, to the rescue. I ruined the jar for any future use, but I can haz soup!
Good gravy, Shir, what kind of lid was on it? I know a few tricks that don't ruin the jar, but alas, I must be off to work.
Poor javachik! Tons of punctuation for you. Will send chocolate and booze through the interpipes, on your mark.
what kind of lid was on it?
Regular metal lid. It just had air stuck between it and the soup. Drastic measures had to be taken.
Soup's excellent.
Oh, java, that sucks donkey balls. Wish I could wave my wand and have little brooms and buckets come along and fix it for you. (Sorry, listening to Sorcerer's Apprentice this morning.)
Oh, Java. I am so sorry. I wished I lived closer and could do something for you (bring you soup, or possibly whiskey).