Dear Headache
Please to be going away. And take the nausia with you. I have work to do and I can't go home early today. Plus I really do want to go to Karate tonight but at the moment the idea makes me feel even worse.
No Love,
Me
You want to meet the real me now?
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
SuziQ - Oct 29, 2008 10:58:52 am PDT #9587 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
beth b - Oct 29, 2008 11:07:49 am PDT #9588 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
non threatening boy == not going to push me into doing something I don't want to do. Which is good 'cause I don't know what I want to do. I liked nice guys, not mean guys. and mean was very broad definition when I was an early adolescent.
surgery ~~ma~~ job~~ma~~ and a few bits of car ~~ma~~
interviewing is very hard -- Matt had one day with two four hour interviews. Crazy. he had 4 30-minute interview with one co today -- and then he has a phone interview tonight.
brenda m - Oct 29, 2008 11:43:57 am PDT #9589 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I got my first Facebook friend request from a work person the other day - and someone who also pointed out that there's a mutual Buffista on our friend lists. (Well, she doesn't know about the Buffista part. But the mutual friend is one of us.) Unexpected.
Gadget_Girl - Oct 29, 2008 1:25:28 pm PDT #9590 of 10001
Just call me "Siouxsie Shunshine".
~ma to all in need.
Steph L. - Oct 29, 2008 1:27:29 pm PDT #9591 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
Surgery went smoothly, and we're home now. The Boy is full of percocet and is sleeping, and I'm about to go join him. Uh, for the sleeping, not the percocet. Am very tired.
Thanks for all the good thoughts, folks.
DavidS - Oct 29, 2008 1:28:57 pm PDT #9592 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sleep well, perverts.
Aww, man. Look what we missed. Absinthe Party at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary
Note to Wife: 100% Hat Porn
DavidS - Oct 29, 2008 2:04:02 pm PDT #9593 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
sj - Oct 29, 2008 3:42:53 pm PDT #9594 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Car is dropped off and I should be able to drive it tomorrow!
omnis_audis - Oct 29, 2008 4:31:58 pm PDT #9595 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Shir, and others interested. Co-worker passed my e-mail off to caterer gal. Was kinda hoping for the other way around, but understanable, I suppose. Dunno when he passed it (or if, for that matter). Hopefully it was today, which would explain the lack of correspondence as of yet. Cross your fingers.
WindSparrow - Oct 29, 2008 5:02:16 pm PDT #9596 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I'm done with housework for the night, now that I have screamed myself hoarse. Tried to clean the bathroom, ran out of Scrubbing Bubbles half way through the shower. The downstairs cat litter box is a convoluted contraption that is supposed to sift the litter if you take the trays out in a certain way, except that I make as much mess doing that, as I do getting a tear in the bag I've emptied the litter into. Which explains why the thing has ridiculously large clips holding the cover onto the actual litter pan. Which is what today's plastic trash bag got caught on. Which is why I was shouting, "No, No, NO!" causing the cats two rooms away to flip out like the little mammals they are. Which is why, after I had swept up the mess, taken out all the trash and recycling, I came in to sit at my computer, to find the desk chair rolling rather crunchily over a broken glass. Cue me flipping out like a mammal.
I hope they don't mind waiting for Daniel to get home from work to get fed. I'm done.