Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
[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.
Zen, making me oh, so tired. But I want pictures. Yard porn, mmmm.
Ginger, may the drugs do their job--a better one than they're apparently doing at the moment. Hindsight is wonderful, and can be a great motivator, says the wife of the guy who blew himself up helping a pile of green brush trimmings burn on a hot August afternoon by an injudicious application of gasoline. And a long enough wait to find the matches for the fumes to spread about 25 feet.
omnis, when do you leave?Last day of work here in TX is Apr 23rd.
ION, I lost 3/4 of my hair tonight.
...on purpose?
My hair is long enough to put up in little bear cub ear-looking bun/pigtail dealies. And my stylist's husband died so she's out until after Easter. So bear cub ears it is. (I think they're pretty cute, actually.)
Your buns are adorable, Steph.
Start work at new job May 17th.
My birthday!
Many women want to do those same things, Connie. Don't be embarrassed. Anomaly doesn't look right properly spelled since I finished Numb3rs season one. Poor dog, Shir.
I'd love her details, BC! Thanks.Java, insent.
Your buns are adorable, Steph.:: snickers ::
My birthday!I'm sure you will have a lot more fun than me. I will be filling out a kajillion forms, go be finger printed (state job, background checks are serious, apparently), and be brainwashed at the joys of working in the UC system. Then have to figure out HMO, PPO, or some other sort of "o" for healthcare that I only vaguely understand. Ya, fun. (ok, so maybe I'm a little excited by it all. but not looking forward to the writers cramp).
Cute buns, Teppy. Yes, I used the c word, but you are with those buns.
Steph, your little buns are cute. As is your mini-Princess-Leia hair. *ba-dum-ching*
Beverly, dear god, that must have been terrifying, with the gasoline. As for yard porn, it isn't very porny yet; just empty beds and a not-falling-down fence. I'll post probably photos on Flickr when/if anything grows.
This has not been a good day. My not-stepmother has breast cancer. She's in her early 50s. FFS. Fortunately, she and my dad got medical workups and it's been caught fairly early as a result. The NHS wouldn't have given her another breast screening for another year (ah, the NHS). The universe sucks. I have been watching Battlestar and eating chocolate all day. It seems like the sanest reaction.
Hope no one minds the rant (again). Can't rant on any more 'public' spaces as my pregnant sister isn't supposed to hear the news until after she's given birth (she's got a couple of weeks till her due date). There really should be a way to filter twitter updates.