Now you're pretty in pink?
'Bring On The Night'
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.
Sigh. I've been sick the last couple of days with a chest cold. Lots of hacking, wracking coughs and general achiness and ennui. No big deal, really; but I've passed it to the little boy. Poor boo's needed comforting once already tonight. He woke up early last night too. We've been fortunate, this is really only his second serious cold. I hope he feels better tomorrow.
Go, Ryan's Immune System, work those antibodies and killer cells. Get 'em, Get 'em, eat those viruses!
Poor Ryan. I hope he is feeling better soon.
It's not a cold, it's a prime resistance-building exercise! Let them eat dirt!
I feel sick, and my advisor is stressing me out. Therefore, I am eating potato chips. (I swear, this makes sense in my brain.)
Hey, if potato chips help, then I'm glad you have them there for the noshing.
I'm drinking freezer gimlets and reading porny fanfic. God, I love being a grownup.
Yeah, I`m sick too. I`m missing lessons, gigging, and engineering a recording project this weekend. Sucks.
Truer words, Calli.
Hil, I would really like to hurt your advisor. I can't wait until you no longer have to deal with him.
We are having yummy pasta and watching TV. Just another exciting Saturday night!