It's really amazing how many of life's little problems can be solved just by PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY.
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.
Hell on the wrists, though.
ION, why does my mom insist on keeping talking with me when I'm moody and trying to stay away from people so I won't say stupid things and hurt them accidently?
I have this issue with my boyfriend. When I'm hella cranky I don't really want to chit chat about whatever procedural marathon he's watching. Need a t-shirt for those days that says "Caution: Sharp Edges."
Fay, I am ... agog at your mother's emails.
My mother Doesn't Email. To the point that the one time I did get an email from her, I called home to check that it wasn't spam. Nope, just a stupid forward.
I am fine with her non-emailitude. My father emails, but it's usually actually content and would NEVER be anything that could remotely be construed as porn. Unless you count his Christmas list, which may include Kayak Gear Porn.
Can I become a Fan of PC Barry on Facebook? B/c I totally would.
I did essay. Now I go back to dissertation. Something's giving me crazy amounts of energy today. Maybe it's PC Barry.
Seska, what you need is for this guy [link] to talk to the idiot.
You see, you really shouldn't link me to things like that. Before you know what's happened, I'm asking The Girl for a bike like that for my birthday. And she's rolling her eyes at me for a year. And then buying it for me. (This has happened with mobility aids, electric pianos and the flat I wanted to rent. It could happen with motorbikes.)
Michael Scott, who is more of a schlemiel than David Brent, but just as adamantly convinced he is *hilarious* as Brent has an accident with a grill in his bed(!) and burns his foot. Which he thinks gives him a "whole new perspective" and is easily one of the funniest things I have EVER seen.
I've never been able to get into the US version of The Office, but that sounds too fantastic for words. I have to go find.
*wanders off to YouTube, whistling cheerily...*
It's really amazing how many of life's little problems can be solved just by PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY.
I'm going to ask PC Barry to do that for me.
It's really amazing how many of life's little problems can be solved just by PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY.
Hell on the wrists, though.
Not if you're a Kryptonian.
Me too, especially if he calls me "luv," after. So freaking cute. And I usually loathe pet names Although I did read a book about the music business called "Sweetie, baby, cookie, honey," once. About what you'd expect. Agents sometimes lie. Songwriters sometimes take drugs. Lana Lang's parents are still dead.
hola, Bitches! I've given up on trying to catch up with EVERYTHING so I'm just skipping from, um, October 2.
Why?
October 3 (Saturday) I woke up with the WORST stomach pain. Stayed in bed all day and the pain seemed to move lower in the abdomen. Sunday morning it hadn't improved, so I took myself off to the ER. There they did a CAT scan and told me I had appendicitis. Had it removed Sunday evening. So ... I've been Buffista-less.
What's new with you?
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Todd!! How are you doing?? Are you ok???
Yipes!! {{{Todd}}}
I'm fine - got the all-clear from the surgeon on Monday. It was a laproscopic operation, so it was just three small-ish incisions - and some truly impressive bruising. I've been back at the office since the 13th, but we're in the pre-conference hysteria phase (those of you who've worked at trade associations will understand), so this has been pretty much my first chance to log on and catch up.