'Never Leave 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.
"(Student's Name) is reasonably familiar with email and how the internet works. He is relatively good at spelling, though I haven't corresponded with him enough to gauge his tense and subject-verb agreement. Thank you for your attention."
Hee!
I'm dyeing a test-strand of hair. My goal is this color: [link] My other goal is to not turn my entire apartment orange in the process.
Has Bitches mentioned today that it's Anne's birthday?
Felicitations, Anne! May there be cake! And sparklers! And a wonderful year ahead for you.
Orange is in, Hil. Though...I can see where inadvertent orange would be a problem.
From the dept. of be careful what you wish for: Since it got out that my boss was leaving, a bunch of people have asked me if I'd want to try for her job, and I've said that I'd want the cool project consulting part of her job but not the department head, managing people, budget crisis parts of her job.
I apparently forgot to specify that I wanted this instead of my current job and not in addition to. The pay grade would be nice, too.
And in the annals of Oh, for fuck's sake...
Pittsburgh university upset over Grisham novel
Officials at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh are upset that best-selling author John Grisham mentions the school in connection with a fictional gang rape in his latest novel.
Well, my hair is continuing its history of refusing to be any color other than dark brown. I left the henna on the test strip for an hour, and it's maybe very slightly more red, but really still just brown.
By that logic, Barb, the whole city of Boston should be lying in wait to beat up Dennis Lehane. AFAIK, they're not. Cindy? Victor? Am I right? And why did Baltimoreans love Homicide so?(though sometimes not the brass)
Oh, amych, I know that one!
In further news of why I clearly can't be trusted to do anything without making a mess: I spilled some henna, then stepped in it, then walked across my white carpet. (The white carpet came with the apartment. I know better than to buy something like white carpet.)
In further news of why I clearly can't be trusted to do anything without making a mess: I spilled some henna, then stepped in it, then walked across my white carpet. (The white carpet came with the apartment. I know better than to buy something like white carpet.)Cut up the rug, and make an art exhibit out of it. You could make MILLIONS! or maybe THOUSANDS! or maybe enough to cover the cost of replacing the rug. But you gotta work it! Sell it! It's ART!
My hair is not red. I think the couple of gray hairs may have become red, but the brown stayed stubbornly brown.
I don't know why I bother. I tried Manic Panic in high school, I tried a few different drug store dyes in college, and nothing ever did a thing to change the color of my hair.