Cats are just fucking psychic like that. Kittenish is, at least. "Noooooo, you want to shove me in a box and take me to jail. I shall make myself tiny and you will despair."
'Trash'
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.
Kwizatz Unspellable
Fay, marry me.
(((Aimee))) Stay at the hospital and let them take care of you. Feel better.
{{{vw}}}
Damn, Aims! Hope all is well in the morning.
Why am I up at 2:17? And why is this becoming a regular refrain?
Go to bed, Americans. Every single one of you. I command.
Kwizatz Unspellable
Kwizatz Haderech, Bitches! (Haven't read Dune but knows Hebrew. Also, should be Kfitzat).
I was asleep, until I wasn't.
Also, ~ma to juliana. {{{}}}
I said sleeeeeeep.
Shir's incantation worked on my DH and the dog, at least.
'morning, Bitches.
Gah! Aims, I hope this turns out to be a whole lot o' nothing.
Good morning, everyone. I forgot to turn on my alarm last night. I also forgot to set the coffee maker to start brewing. I have a feeling I was in serious denial last night about today being Monday.
Sammie has been unusually snuggly the last couple days. Either she's really worried about me, or it's mighty damn cold out there. But could someone please explain to her that no matter how cute she is, and no matter how awake I am, there's just no way I'll be feeding her at 5:40am?