I was feeling kind of blah and fell asleep a few hours ago, and just woke up, shaking and soaked in sweat, from a nightmare about stuff that happened over ten years ago. That was ... intense. And disturbing. And I didn't like it and wish I knew how to tell my subconscious to cut it out.
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.
Ginger, I hope you don't have any more excitement like last night's.
I have reinforced my door with a paranoid assortment of long screws, glue and some gadgets from Home Depot.
I hereby smite Ginger's prowler with Hil's nightmare.
Laura, my experience with SATS was that bright slackers do alarmingly well on them, often allowing them to get into excellent schools from which they flunk because of those lacking study skills.
That was me! Didn't flunk out, only because I changed my major to something I could pass in my sleep.
And me! I got rusticated.
{{Hil}} What a miserable way to wake up.
I have reinforced my door with a paranoid assortment of long screws, glue and some gadgets from Home Depot.
Excellent. And, fuck, how utterly scary. And go Mr. Peabody! Bless him, bless him, bless his yappy anxious dear little heart.
And go Mr. Peabody! Bless him, bless him, bless his yappy anxious dear little heart.
He has trust issues but he's a good dog! (Said in Phil Hartman voice for those of you who listen to the dubbed version of Kiki's Delivery Service.)
Hates those fucking squirrels, though.
DH called me a couple hours ago from Orlando. He went up there with a bunch of boys for a basketball tournament. When they were leaving to come back he stopped and filled his Diesel truck with Gas. Too tired, too many kids, too much excitement. Whatever happened I don't know.
He never started the truck and it is still sitting at the pump while they have tried for the last couple hours to figure a way to get the gas out. Of course this would happen late Saturday night. I would normally be asleep by now, but I have to stay up until this is fixed. I sent him a half dozen Orlando numbers for 24 hour service, but so far no word from him on actual results.
Um, maybe some empty tank ~ma?
Don't be surprised if he comes home with gasoline on his lips.
Can they siphon it out?
Ginger, glad you okay! That's fucking scary. Good dog, Mr. Peabody!
Eek, so much going on in Bitches! GC, I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. Glad to hear he's going to be okay, but what a terrible thing to go through. Ginger, I'm so glad that Mr. Peabody scared off the prowler, but that's very scary for you. And Bonny, I'm very sorry to hear about the loss of your friend. Peace ~ma to you and to your friend's family.
I hereby smite Ginger's prowler with Hil's nightmare.Yes, this!
And empty tank~ma to Laura's DH!