Welcome RyanTea! What a wonderful birth announcement, Billytea.
Anya ,'Showtime'
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.
Welcome to the world, Ryan!
OMG! Welcome, BabyTea!
The T has produced a lower case.
Hello, Ryan! Welcome!
Oh, and Hil, I'm sorry.
Welcome babyt!!!!!
Anthropology paper offer coming on better than I expected. Also, I somehow managed to step on the dog's pow. Poor thing screamed in pain, and I pet and comforted him for a few minutes, keep apologizing. Next time I got up, I moved. I'm usually the one who's moving around him, but this time, I didn't see he's sitting next to me. I still feel a little bit bad about it.
Writing some things, then getting dressed and go to the post office, then welcoming sister back home. Yay.
I often get patted on the head.
Isn't this just horrific? I have found the solution. I wheel around with a perpetual look of "I am going to kill someone. It could be you" on my face. And also run over people's ankles occasionally.
Hil, really sorry to hear about the death of your family friend. That's tragic.
Shir, what's the anthropology paper about? I'm still doing frakking research methods. I really want to start work on the other one, but this is due first. Grr, argh, etc.
Babies! Woo!
OK, paper time. Possibly after some tea and oaty cheerios.
I often get patted on the head.
Oh, man, I know. I don't get people who think it's OK to touch strangers. Some of my relatives even decided I have a problem with touch (including my mom, from time to time, when I'm reluctant to her hugging me). On the other hand, others complained I'm too much of a hugger.
And hey, I don't think I'm crazy about it. I think it's my body and hence, it's my call whether you can have access to it or not. And if it's my call, as everyone taught me, I expect you to accept a "no" from time to time. Otherwise, it's just a politically correct talk and a double standard. I actually remember one of the times my aunt, a hideous woman (I'm sorry, but she really is), after hugging me asked my mom if I have problem with touch. Eh, no. I have problem with you hugging me for almost two minutes while rubbing my back.
The anthology paper will be about graffiti.