Is it crazy that I kind of want to take "Make A Man Out of You" from Mulan and turn it into a WWII torch song?
Yes. Yes it is.
So crazy it just might work!
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Is it crazy that I kind of want to take "Make A Man Out of You" from Mulan and turn it into a WWII torch song?
Yes. Yes it is.
So crazy it just might work!
A-line skirts at knee length, of somewhat loose fabric, looks great on me. Or so I think.
There's a part of me who thinks, now that my uni congrats me in "have a wonderful, challenging year!" that the only challenge they really put to me up do date was their bureaucracy.
"Make A Man Out of You"
I love that song!
auditory detritus
Olfactory?
Olfactory?
Gawd, I hate that place.
Que? Did I get that totally wrong?
t edit Okay, I should not post while editing 30-page articles on T-cell lymphoma, because my brain is fried to the point of not recognizing actual humor.
My bad.
t /currently humor-impaired jerk
t edit again I seriously looked up the word, then squinted at Andi's post for a good 60 seconds before it clicked. My license to Internet should be revoked today.
Aw, poor Teppy. I offer you chocolate in lieu of hugs.
For Shir, I send hugs and chocolate.
ETA: Hil should probably be given hugs, chocolate, and a good alibi for when her patience with her advisor comes to a sloppy, bloody, messy end.
ETA2: smonster, please be on the lookout - those cats are up to something. I can hear their little kitty plotting from here.
auditory detritus
Olfactory?
Why, what did I say?
...d'oh.
My advisor did finally respond, but my ankle is crap today, and I can't make it to the meeting, so I emailed to reschedule. I'm nearly positive that he hasn't actually read the stuff I want to discuss yet, anyway.
I really wish I could use crutches, but they screw up my shoulder.
I'm definitely team Jacob. I much rather have good abs and burst sneakers than liquid topaz eyes and a fear of hand jobs.
Oh, Simon Pegg! I less than three you!
My iPhone is making me emo this morning. I should probably stop putting song on simply because lines from them were used as titles for favorite Gunn/Wes stories and/or the songs themselves were used for favorite vids.
Shir, much balance to you.
I, sadly, didn't really give a fuck about my grades. I mean, sometimes, I liked to be all competitive and shit about test scores, but I bore easily and only like to put out enough effort to get by when I'm not especially interested in the subject matter.