askye, that's too bad.
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.
Ah, the sweet sweet lure of the crazy.
and the sex is usually pretty good, so its hard to leave.
Why can't sweet sensible people end up with other sweet sensible people and the psychos date each other?
Hey, it can happen. Aims and I ended up together...
...and somewhere out there, there are two sweet sensible people who may have found each other as well.
Holy cow: The Netherlands’ team ERA is 0.63.
there are two sweet sensible people who may have found each other as well.
Hubby and I say we married each other to spare two innocent souls the grief of living with us.
Why can't sweet sensible people end up with other sweet sensible people and the psychos date each other?
Every now and then, single male friends of mine will lament that they can't find nice, sane goth girls. "Like you, Jilli!" I then laugh and laugh at them, and explain that no, I'm not sane. It's just that Pete and I are well matched in crazycakes.
I'm not entirely certain y'all want these self-disparaging remarks to go up on COMM so I haven't posted 'em there. But my goodness, this convo is sweet and funny.
So. Based on one badly-written paragraph in a sixteen-page paper, a paragraph which I had specifically asked for help on because I knew that it wasn't really working the way that it should, my advisor told me that I need to put more effort into my writing.
Also, when he noticed my wrist in a brace, he told me which joints in his body were currently hurting.
Is your brace strong enough to hit someone over the head with?
Suzi, that is awesome! YAY!
Today is not a good day for me to talk about relationships and crazy people, so I won't. But, I feel your pain, Laga.
Hil, that's just. Wow. Can you get another adviser?
In kiddo news. Today was cooking day. I have not had a good day and thought some major chocolate was in order. So, we baked a giant double chocolate chocolate chip cookie. Then, we added chocolate frosting and sprinkles. It was heaven.
One of my fourth-grade girls was in an exercise class after school, so she missed baking. But, she asked me to save her one. So, I did. She took one look at them and said, "Oh, I can't have that. That's too many calories. I'm on a diet. I have to lose eight pounds by the end of April."
It broke my heart. She is NOT overweight, and the fact that her MD father is encouraging and supporting this diet breaks my heart even more.