Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I feel all accomplished! My sense of self-preservation has kinked into action.
[edit: oh, bloody fucking hell. KICKED into action, kicked.]
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
[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.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I feel all accomplished! My sense of self-preservation has kinked into action.
[edit: oh, bloody fucking hell. KICKED into action, kicked.]
I know that feeling... NSM, actually, so I understand.
Heart~ma to Beth's MiL, and recovery~ma to Kathy's Uncle Ray.
Peaceful-passing and/or just that little bit more strength to complete that science writing~ma for Shir's great uncle.
I'm tired. I dragged all over town running errands with a resident, wearing my boots which are not comfy at all, even with arch support inserts, and then tried to dig out the group home's mailbox from having been plowed in far too deep for the postal carrier to get to it. I made some progress there, but they have such a flimsy little shovel, and the snow was packed so hard, I doubt I did enough.
Also, I have come to the conclusion that flaky house manager sincerely, truly, deeply believes that nagging and lecturing is the best, most appropriate, most effective way to change other people's behavior. So much so, that she is convinced that when I give a simple prompt and then praise them for following the prompt, I am doing *nothing* remotely useful. In the past, I have threatened to deal with her behavior the way I deal with the residents' behavior. Maybe it is time to follow through on that.
I've been clomping around in snow and ice and have failed to hurt myself in any substantial way!
Oh GREAT. Now you're going to DIE.
Have you never seen a horror movie?
My sense of self-preservation has kinked into action.
BWAH! Also, NATLBSB.
Oh GREAT. Now you're going to DIE.
No, there's just this mysterious sound that I am going to go investigate alone. What's the worst that could happen?
"Your grandmother asks where you are and when we'll have children to light Hanukkah candles" (one of my friends was stuck with her boyfriend's family for two hours while he was stuck in a meeting. That was her text-message).
there's just this mysterious sound
From the basement, where the light bulb stopped working all of the sudden?
I'm sure it's perfectly safe.
I can haz cupcake! One of my minion's girlfriend brought them in on her way back from a Chanukkah party. I just licked frosting off a little plastic menorah.