'Objects In Space'
[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.
sj, I think you need to call the cops the next time your neighbor goes nutty. You need a record of her behavior.
I know. Next time I will. Tonight, I just really didn't want to escalate things with TCG going out. We went out and did some errands, I'm calmer, and things appear to be quiet upstairs. I will call tonight if she goes psycho and I'm alone here.
I hope it is a calm and peaceful night, sj.
Erin, I know that one well. There one moment, gone the next. Blanket statement, apologies in advance if your family name is Chase or Citibank, but Banks Are Evil, and not remotely hot in leather pants. Their random ill timed charges and behavior has caused me much stress over the years. Hates them I do.
It's a PITA, Laura. I"m very GRR about it, because, HUH? IT WAS THERE, dammit! I checked, and wouldn't have spent money if it hadn't've posted to my account.
Got the stub from my employers, said it was DD to my account. SHOWED UP there, so obviously, the info was correct. I am flummoxed.
Gold Medalist in the Lazy Olympics, 500 Meter Amble. Yo. Also a contender in the Flounce and Sashay relays.
Yo. Also a contender in the Flounce and Sashay relays.
Erin, you're undoubtedly the Five Time World Champ of the Odalisque.
Buffy and ice cream is making this day end much better than it began.
Hope it stays quiet, sj. That must be awful to have that erupting all the time.
Ugh, Erin, money should not appear and disappear like that. It's supposed to be there!
Everyone looks great! Yay New Hair! I got my hair cut on Wednesday, same cut as previous but I am still happy with it.
Way to go, Cashmere!
Hawk! Awesome.
It's a crazy haircut week all right. I wonder if it has something to do with the onset of spring.
I will NOT have a cigarette. I will NOT. Tomorrow I am SEVEN DAYS free of it and I will NOT have a cigarette despite the blinding, rageful anger that surges within me right now.
zen zen zen zen zen zen
Salad shooter, Aims! Salad shooter!
Dude. If I had a salad shooter still, it would get inserted in the rectum of the party that has angered me so very much. I would put the grater attachment on, shove it up there, and plug the mother fucker in.
(I am not angry with Joe. Joe has never ever raised my ire this badly.)