Stupid Motrin is doing nothing. I need Flexeril, I know, but I don't have any -- haven't needed it in a while. I think my plans for this evening have changed from "do laundry, clean kitchen" to "lie on couch and whimper."
'Bushwhacked'
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.
oh crud. I think I'm developing a crush on a straight boy at work.
Does the boy know how lucky he is yet?
Hil, hope your couch does for you like my comfy chair did for me.
Pix, how goes it over there? I'm skeered for y'all with the rash of break ins. Hopefully Zoe will keep evil away from your place.
He is a minion. No fraternizing allowed. And I've never ever broken the rules regarding workplaces romances. Not me. No way. No sir. Never ever.
How does she feel about Snoopy?
She loves him.
"Where's the dog? Where's Soopy?" (as she calls him)
I'm having pasta with butter for dinner again because it seems like the only thing that doesn't aggravate my still sensitive stomach.
"Soopy"
Awwww
Ok, I'm reading a fic in which this phrase, "You better damn had be," keeps appearing in places where I would have written, "You damn well better be." The rest of the fic is written in reasonable enough English it never occurred to me that it wasn't the author's mother tongue. It's so wrong, that it really bugs me, mostly because the rest of it is so fluent.
odd that be
Radio is playing "Wonderwall." Stupid radio.
Stupid Motrin still doing nothing. Stupid shoulder makes me whiny.