'Trash'
[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.
then there's Parking Wars
Oh, I need more streets! They took away one of my neighbors, I don't know why. It means I have to park on Nicole St. And she's mean! She gives big, honking tickets. Mean.
I've got the munchies, but I've got a Christmas party tonight and don't want to ruin my appetite for pizza. It's very low key. My dad's amateur radio club has it at the Capital Brewery every year. Good bear and cheap, greasy food makes for a nice evening of just schmoozing.
I have a cold sore.
I am addicted to twitter and facebook. I like the electronic stream of consciousness. This place is for civil and personal conversations. The others are just a wave of chatter.
I have a livejournal. I have a website. And I don't do anything. That is more than enough *me* for any virtual world. And probably the actual one, too.
I love facebook, but wish I could set up differing levels for different people (you prob can, huh?). I have some people (mainly school, work, old connections) that I don't want to share everything with. I'm also having an issue with a friend who just created a page and keeps putting up questionable status messages (as in borderline racist). Ick.
Perkins, however, doesn't like ANY snow. At all. Ever. And she won't visit if there's even the *chance* of snow. Even Denver snow!
Again, duh.
The puppies are starting to go to their new homes this weekend! I'm going to go into withdrawal. I told CBD we'd have to get a puppy for me to be able to survive.
He actually didn't say no!
Wow.
Maybe he's addicted too.
(I was listening to a podcast yesterday and the podcasters had the puppy cam up while they were recording!)
Ugh-- lingering headache from last night/this morning has refused to go away and has morphed into migraine. Complete with light sensitivity and upset stomach.
Haven't had one of these in a LONG time.
Haven't missed 'em, either.
Maybe he's addicted too.
Oh, he totally is. He says it's the only way he gets through work and being away from Toto. It's too cute.
Oh, Barb, ugh! I hope it goes away quickly!
In class. Feel horrible. Have caught Teh Ick over the interwebs from KristinT. I blame everyone except me! Argh.
Am trying very, very hard to pay attention to disability discrimination law in education lecture.