I am petty.
I read this as "I am pretty," and agree with that statement completely!!!
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
[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 am petty.
I read this as "I am pretty," and agree with that statement completely!!!
The students are protesting, wanting the University to divest itself of any investments in Israel
Tell them I said hey.
Maybe she left Facebook. I toy with doing it myself, because I just don't keep up or even check on the status of things, but I guess I'd rather have people thinking I'm a bitch than thinking I made a gesture or a flounce.
Maybe she left Facebook.
Nope. We have mutual friends and she's still on and posts regularly.
Then that's stank.
Jumps on the following wagons:
There were others, but I can't recall now. My brain is blah. It's Monday. I'm **STILL** waiting on figures from people. And now I learn that once I find out what those figures are, they will be used to shoot down the request, so I am spinning wheels for nothing. Plus. I am waiting on information of a gizmo that NOBODY has heard of... that the lighting designer wants... and I'm SOUND! Which helps reinforce my normal rant of "why does sound have to do video in theater when it makes light!"
t /rant
sorry about that.
um. Barb. I'm not one for romance novels. But I do like me some baseball. I might be interested in that book. If you were more local, I'd be happy to accompany you on "research" trips to the ball park. The things we do for literature.
I'm on a break from jury selection. Apparently the plan is to see whether voir dire can be fatally tedious. My fellow citizens appear to be a lot crazier than the last jury pool I was in. They may actually pick me because of my relative sanity, even though I warned them I would be the juror who kept running to the bathroom.
We have mutual friends and she's still on and posts regularly.
Ahh. I was gonna say, Facebook totally deleted my friend's account out of the blue because they thought it was a fake name and I had the same feeling of "what the...?"
They may actually pick me because of my relative sanityThat's crazy! If you are the only sane one on the panel, it's sure to be a hung jury. Convince the prosecution that it would be a bad idea.
What? It sounds logical to me.
um. Barb. I'm not one for romance novels. But I do like me some baseball. I might be interested in that book. If you were more local, I'd be happy to accompany you on "research" trips to the ball park. The things we do for literature.
Heh-- s'okay, omnis, I don't tend to write conventional romances. *g* Round about this time of year I really miss living in Cleveland-- have to say, that was the best ten year span to live there, too, starting in '94 when Jacobs Field was first opened and the team was a thing of beauty. Best kind of baseball team-- talented AND had the types of characters that baseball is so noted for.
I'd definitely hit the ballpark with you, bud-- like you said, the things we do for literature.