'The Killer In 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.
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.
The Tylenol fumes have clearly affected your brain, MM.
I can hear their little kitty plotting from here.
Oh, lawd. Now I'm scared. Nikolai peed on L's bed *while* she was scooping his pan the other day. If Bella joins the conspiracy they'll outnumber us, and then we're really in trouble. Though not as bad as my parents' house, where the cat/human ration is 8/3. Thankfully they're far too splintered to create a kitty coalition, but they inflict a fair amount of damage regardless.