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[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.
it's not hijacking. It's what we are here for.
In my moving news, all the bookcases are empty of books. I still got piles spread around the living room and bedroom. But the big thing is done. Now going through piles of magazines wondering why I save them. I see half price books getting a chunk of used mags.
Ooh, speaking of magazines, I just discovered zinio.com yesterday.You can totally look through mags on BN.com, and zoom on three pages for free. I am slightly obsessed with mags and this is potentially either a wondrous or a disastrous discovery.
It ain't hijacking, Aims; it's social interaction!
You're not hijacking, Aims. We're all more than happy to help you trash your uncle.
TCG and I had a VERY lazy weekend. Other than making a yummy dinner last night, the only thing I have really accomplished is to read through a large stack of magazines, and get the out of the living room and into the recycle bin.
Aims, we like to hurl invective (you may have noticed), so it's not hijacking; it's giving us the opportunity to engage in a favorite Buffista activity.
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I swear I want to go over to his house, in the rain, Lloyd Dobbler style with a boombox, and blare "Shut your fucking face Uncle Fucker" at his windows.
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Snarky minds...
Aims, I am SO thrilled that you're out of there soon.
Speaking of painting....I asked all my friends if they'd help me paint my old aparment. I hired movers but was all "please help me paint rather than helping me move!". Well I'm glad I wasn't counting on anyone to help me move...I'm alone in my apartment trying to paint the whole fucking thing myself. Fuck. I am so having a breakdown. I just can't do one more thing. An now I feel all friendless and like I have no one here I can count on and I hate life and blah blah unloveablecakes and not only do I not have a girlfriend I apparently don't even have any friends. Great. But I don't have time to curl up and die because I have to paint the damn apartment.
Meara, I can fly up to Seattle next weekend and help you paint. Just let me know.
"Tell Aimee that she is NOT to do a walkthrough and she is NOT to repair anything that may or may not have been damaged. He doesn't deserve it."
I'd be tempted to damage a few things on the way out.
By the way all, thanks so much for the comments on the new hair. (And I guess we can officially call it a sucess now, since the gas station guy just told me he was in love with me.)
It's a bit of a change but I'm liking it.
Aims, I'm near shaking with rage on your behalf. If you've only had one screamfest with the selfish loony bastard, IMHO you're handling it very well.