Wow, I nap and read a script, and miss a party in Bitches! Y'all are cracking me up!
I was afraid my Jewishness is gonna screw me somehow about the procedure and doing things wrong.
I wasn't sure to congratulate you on getting the package here in time, or chide you for getting it too early. I think I'll go with Kudos, seeing how all my packages are probably gonna be late. What? I clearly am not Santa Claus. Too young, not fat enough (yet) and gorrum it, I can't grow a beard to save my life.
Suddenly I understand Giles. No one has standards anymore. Maybe because they are having sex.
So wait a second... if I have no standards I can have sex? Huh. Um. But then I'm having sex with a.... hmm, but then I'm having sex! Oh lordy, is this a debate.
if I have no standards I can have sex? Huh. Um. But then I'm having sex with a.... hmm, but then I'm having sex! Oh lordy, is this a debate.
I was gonna answer this, but Bay City Rollers' "Give it to me Now" started playing on the online radio station I'm listening to.
Followed by Ben Harper's "Power Of The Gospel" and Dusty Springfield's "Son Of A Preacher Man", then retreating back to songs that aren't necessarily about sex.
can't sleep but needs to. Bug fell out of bed at 3am with a crash. She's fine but now my brain is listing all the things I forgot to do last week and over the weekend.
then retreating back to songs that aren't necessarily about sex.
Speaking of, I really should go to bed.
Bug fell out of bed at 3am with a crash. She's fine
so? no bubblewrap then? Either way, sleep~ma for you. Heck, for all the insomniac Bitches (myself included).
Oh, Sox. Poor Bug and you.
Sleep~ma to you and omnis.
my cheese sandwich is too melty. I'm losing cheese!
Laga, you'll always be cheesy to me.
There's really not enough coffee in the mornings to be able to follow the past 72 posts.
Sorry now that I feel over and went boom last night.
But at least I slept.
