'Lessons'
[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 now up to page 80 of my dissertation. Almost there!
I've also discussed the math job search a bit with some other people, and it seems like nearly everybody except people with really great research is in the same place as me -- interviews, and then silence.
His hair was great.
Snerk!
I can't lie. I love the hair.
Scrappy, your post line breaks for me at right after Colin. I admit I had a frisson of something weird thinking you were dreaming about Ferguson.
Oh, THAT would be squickalicious.
In theory, people are perfectly allowed to do that sort of thing.
In practice? I can still remember clicking on a link to his nekkid bum from WX. I didn't know it was going to be him. Not that I hadn't seen it before...it was just the post, and the glayvin, and the...
Yeah, squickalicious.
Kitty hospice fucking sucks.
{{smonster}}
She can barely walk or meow, but she's still purring.
{{{beth}}}
In my dream about Hugh, he was sitting in his big squashy chair in his House apartment, with his feet up on the ottoman. I was facing him with my knees on either side of his hips and he was holding my ass like it was gonna fly away and kissing and nuzzling my neck with his yummy stubbly face.
Sigh.
The man is old enough to be my father and yet, I don't give a damn.
{{{beth&smonster&cats}}}
So, basically, Hugh Laurie gets an invite to the next F2F and we put the snog shirt on him?