Is there supposed to be a person in those things, or just an odd configuration of stuff?
'Him'
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.
I've had a sore throat for the past few days, but I don't actually feel sick. I wonder if I should call my doctor anyway since I had a sick baby cough and sneeze in my face repeatedly this week.
My ex and I started having a discussion about what would happen during his 6 month TDY posting. We decided that we would have a civilised break up and be friends. Then we decided that we should break up enough time before he left so that we could develop the friendship so that it wouldn't be awkward when he got back. Then we realized that it was about 2 months until he left, and that was a good about of time. So, we broke up. And then we had sex.
Much ~ma for your Dad, Kristin. And some stress-free-days~ma to you.
What I wouldn't give for a man and a root access...
ita got there first. (The next part was beyond my level of geek. I am inadequately geeky).
Current Music: Right Ear - Swing Version of Conjunction Junction, Left Ear - Elevator-Style Jazz with intermittent reassurances that my call is important to them.
Send help.
It's time for a vacation when another customer appears on my screen and my first response is to type in DO NOT WANT!
Is there supposed to be a person in those things, or just an odd configuration of stuff?
It's a person: [link]
{{{Kristin}}} Much ~ma to you and your dad.
Ghillie suits freak me the fuck out. I hope I don't dream about Mr. Post-It™.
I'm never going to be able to walk into a Staples again without some sense of paranoia.
"Those file folders moved!"