Solidarity, Hil. My left hip is spasming.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
{{{{{Jessica}}}}}
Yay, Stephanie!
Omigosh, brenda! Perfect haircut for you!
smonster I feel you.
Blinks Where's SuperPornyPants when we need her?
meara and I are proving we are real to each other and apparently to our little waiter of indeterminate Latin descent, we are also cheap bitches who wouldn't order enough mojitos.
He also apparently could not handle my Latin heat (imagine it sounding like Agador from Birdcage) also, this is according to meara. Not me.
Okay, never mind...
Barb is having trouble typing. This is meara. I think she had enough mojito. Or enough heat. hhhhhhhhheat.
WE are giggly bitches.
Yes, yes we are.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Best. Post. Evar.
Enough mojito? Heheehehehheehehheeheheheheh
[meara again]
we now have photographic proof we are real! to each other! or with each other! or something.
more giggles have ensued. and now I'm typing badly. it may be time to leave.
t /meara
I'm sorry Meara/Barb, the link of your photographic evidence doesn't seem to work. Must post for proof of mojito-ness!
No link yet. Us on my camera. Am at home now. Have 8am meeting. Eeeeevil. Used to be a noon meeting, it just got changed today, for all future Fridays. Eeeevil.
Empathy on the pain, Hil. I hope it gets better for you. (I am planning one day to do adapted skiing. There are many ways they adapt it, from skiing with crutches to chair-based skiing. We want to go to Whistler and try it all out.)
Love the inebriated posting from Barb and meara.
Yet another reason why feminism is necessary. The Girl is reading [link] . Monopoly repackaged "for girls" - [link] . Gaaaah.
Today I will FINISH those PhD applications. I will I will I will. I do wish my referees would get back to me on whether they're still happy to act as my referees. Other people. Life would work perfectly without them.
Granola bar.
Ten Rules For Writing Fiction, from various authors [link] . Each author's preoccupations tell you masses about them. Margaret Atwood takes two pencils on flights. Helen Dunmore likes writers' unions. Roddy Doyle advises "Do not place a photograph of your favourite author on your desk, especially if the author is one of the famous ones who committed suicide."