Awake and full of hot chocolate.
Willow ,'Potential'
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.
mmmm chocolate.
'Twas an example only, Maria. As there are only seven of us with the name on this continent, and at least four of us are paranoid, I don't bandy it about, even here. Trust me, though, it's a cacophonous collection of consonants and vowels in unexpected juxtaposition, and unguessable in pronunciation unless you grew up with it.
Chocolate would be good, yes.
Not drunk, but not sober either. And just about ready for bed. Beer always makes me sleepy, while liquor doesn't. Body chemistry is weird.
'Twas an example only, Maria.
Whoops. That's what I get for trying to be all smart and shit.
Awake and a bit irritated with my body. Today I coughed so hard I peed myself a little. I've never had that happen before. Even when I was pregnant.
I've got my schoolwork spread out all over the bed since I am studying and I hear Joe turning off lights and such downstairs and I know he's going to come up here and expect to be able to go to sleep in his spot in his bed. Selfish.
Aims, how dare he. Tell Joe to go find his own pile of homework to sleep on.
Eh, it's happened to me, Aims. And I've never been pregnant.
Consciousness status roll call!
Vodka imbibed.
Giants are undefeated, and the A's are trying to reel in their fourth win. They're both in first place! That hasn't happened since we had the freakin' '89 quake.
I've had no booze today, but wish I had. I'm in the not-so-wild part of Michigan known as Livonia for a cousin's funeral. Tomorrow, after the service and pot luck, which is being thrown by his Jehovah's Witness sisters, I will go to a family BBQ out past Jackson and drink beer! Lots of beer. And make my brother drive.
Heh. I've just realized I've already written public domain slash.