People really do that, though.
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.
People really do that, though.
I know! It was a disturbing thought based in plausibility. But not the actual, specific case in my dream.
I had a dream involving me, Rachel Maddow, and an airplane yesterday morning. No, I didn't want to wake up.
I had a dream which bores me in retrospect. A fairly wealthy woman married to a nightclub owner who turned out to have tried to kill herself in a variety of ways. It's as though my brain got left on a channel I wasn't interested in.
Barb, much ~ma for your surgery, and after. I'm looking forward to drugged-up Barb posts.
I had a dream which bores me in retrospect.
You need to be smoking a cigarette, drinking a martini and say this in a Marlene Dietrich accent:
::sip, drag, exhale:: "My dreams bore me."
Glam, yeah, every time she says "Infrastructure," I get more gay. Bravo, gay agenda...recruit AND oversee the stimulus. Although my last dirty dream was about Paul Krugman, actually. Over-invested in public affairs, me? Nah. Dr. Krugman was generous as a Keynesian should be, however.
A friend of mine went on an Air America cruise a year or two ago. Rachel Maddow bought her a drink (they knew each other back in San Francisco). And she successfully stalked Paul Krugman! (She and a friend went looking for him, found him sitting alone and eating, asked him if they could join him, so they had lunch with him.)
::sip, drag, exhale:: "My dreams bore me."
Don't tempt me. I still miss smoking. Though not martinis.
Sounds like a nice cruise, Tommy. Although I'd feel like my old teacher's pet self doing that. "That's a very nice tie you're wearing, Dr. Krugman." And, now, thanks to my over-politiced subconscious, I'd probably blush and spill stuff, too.