Thanks, all! I'm declaring today an indoor pants day in honor of my Birfday. Now, how much weight my declarations may hold over reality is a matter of debate, but still...indoor pants! I decree.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Geez, Aims, what a bitch. You ought'a learn the dance and do it at work, just to show her. (I have no idea what this dance looks like.)
Also -- I am fully aware of how intense that dance is and how much it would take to learn it. But hell, I'm not trying to audition for Broadway or the next video. I just like the dance moves. And maybe it would help shave some of this weight off.
Happy birthday, Sail!
Zenkitty - here's the video: [link]
Egad Aimee. Is she a raging bitch, or just socially inappropriate?
Happy Birthday, Sail! Long may indoor pants reign!
Long day. Work achieved. Meetings had. Evening class attended. Sleep now.
(I only have two more days if I'm going to meet The Girl's evil deadline whereby I don't get to watch any US TV if I don't finish writing my lit review. Apparently, she knows exactly how to get me to do work.)
ETA: Happy birthday to Sail!
(I have no idea what this dance looks like.)
I envy you the lack of knowledge about this. Single Ladies is insidious.