come to Los Angeles
Mal ,'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
We see a lot more mohawks than dreadlocks here in this western, beachside suburb. But yeah...
come to Los Angeles
we have dreadlocks and mohawks
and pie
But I also think he still might be more crude than I care for, as much as I adore him.
Hee. Considering that I have a tendancy to swear like a navvy with PMS most of the time, it's an ongoing source of amusement to me that between 8.15 and 3pm Monday to Friday, I'm Little Miss Propriety. It's like I have a secret identity, or something. (I was particularly struck by this clash of Fays earlier in the week, when I was noodling around absent-mindedly online whilst giving my kids a spelling test, and sort of inadvertently ended up reading From Eroica With Love NC17 fanfic in my inbox. In between saying "Word number 4 is berries. "Miss Fay likes eating berries." Be-rries. Berries. Hands up when you're ready for word number five!" etc.
I was scandalised by myself, I must say, and found it difficult not to giggle through the spellings. Blush? I'll say so.
But I was in L.A.! And I didn't see much of the "makes you go wowwwwww" hair styles!
But that just brings me to square 1: when I was there, I should have hang out with you.
Oh, and unless I tiredly missed that post, what happened with the exterminator potential-date guy?
OK, come back to LA and I'll make sure to take you to funky-hairstyle-land. Hollywood is good, as are the beaches.
I won't see the exterminator for two weeks but if he asks me out I'm going to take him up on it. He did ask my age and I answered honestly so I think there's a chance he's decided I'm too old for him. I don't look 40 but I almost am.
Almost 40...?
Laga, I swear, by the way you write here? I thought 25-26. How every agecetric of me.
OK, come back to LA and I'll make sure to take you to funky-hairstyle-land. Hollywood is good, as are the beaches.
Deal. How's 2013 sounds?
between 8.15 and 3pm Monday to Friday, I'm Little Miss Propriety.
I said "ass" at work today (because truly they were doing a kick-ass job) and my minions goggled at me as if I'd gone insane.
Yeah, I don't feel 40. My best friends are my 18-year-old nephew and my roommate who just turned 30. I think I stopped maturing when I turned 17.
See you in 2013!
My best friends are my 18-year-old nephew and my roommate who just turned 30. I think I stopped maturing when I turned 17.
Ha! Yes, yes, I'm with you! And it does tickle me when people are all "...but, but I thought you were in your twenties!" and I'm all "Nope, thirty five, baybee!...going on fifteen."