Yay!
I know how popular you are, and I don't want you to end up with like thirty copies of this book.
Heh.
'Trash'
[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.
Yay!
I know how popular you are, and I don't want you to end up with like thirty copies of this book.
Heh.
Oh, Jilli. That is just ridiculous.
Job~ma, Jessica.
ION, I just finished reading a 200+ comment thread on a post authored by a troll and instead of running away screaming (or, yanno, closing the tab) I actually posted. I'm actually looking forward to the dipshit's answer.
I'm not linking, b/c I don't want anyone else to fall into the same sinkhole.
Much continued department~ma, Jessica.
Oh Jessica.
::shoves more chocolate through::
Thanks guys. I'm really hoping for the best, because I suck at job-hunting. Every job I've ever had was stumbled into completely ass-backwards.
lots of job~ma Jess.
Jilli, that's such bullshit.
I picked up Owen from school. Slight fever. We're powering through it with ice cream and Sonic the Hedgehog on the Wii.
Good luck / ~ma Jessica!
Fever-go-away-quick~ma for Owen! (Wii and ice cream sounds amazing. I want that next time I'm sick.)
Oooh, Wii therapy sounds even better than chocolate therapy right now.
Maybe I'll teach Dylan to play Boomblox tonight.
Continued department~ma, Jessica!
::kicks Jilli's former employers in the nads::
I think I'll go try making the Lemon Thyme Cornmeal Quick Bread recipe I got from Cooking Light. That should put me in a better mood.