Stop means no. And no means no. So . . . stop.

Xander ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Cass - Jun 02, 2010 4:46:53 pm PDT #21141 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I asked her why she didn't want me to say "time travel machine" and she informed me it was because Daddy tried to build one and it didn't work and turned real persons into dummies.

I could not adore Em more.


Ginger - Jun 02, 2010 4:48:56 pm PDT #21142 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

she informed me it was because Daddy tried to build one and it didn't work and turned real persons into dummies.

That helps explain the amount of stupid in the world.


Steph L. - Jun 02, 2010 4:51:43 pm PDT #21143 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

if you're not lying to kill Beibers then you just don't want it bad enough.

Truer words have never been spoken. Man.


Steph L. - Jun 02, 2010 4:58:40 pm PDT #21144 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

And now I have to wash dishes because NO ONE WILL POST to distract me.


Dana - Jun 02, 2010 5:00:19 pm PDT #21145 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

I could obsess over the one-sided conversation I'm listening to, as husband talks to the HR person.

Apparently they'll make their final decision in about a week. They're talking salary and benefits now.


Steph L. - Jun 02, 2010 5:32:16 pm PDT #21146 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Dana, that sounds promising!

(Also, I have washed all the dishes, and it is ALLA Y'ALL'S FAULT for not posting. Except Dana.)


Atropa - Jun 02, 2010 5:36:27 pm PDT #21147 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

A dilemma: I really should brew myself a pot of my Ick-Fighting tea. But I am running hot & cold, and hot tea would tip that over into Too Warm, OMG. What should I do?

(Be glad none of you are around me right now. I revert to a whiny whiny child when I don't feel well.)


Cass - Jun 02, 2010 5:37:56 pm PDT #21148 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Have the tea, Jilli. It's cool enough outside that you can open a window for a few minutes if you feel too hot. Let the tea help.

Oooh, tea...


Cass - Jun 02, 2010 5:38:22 pm PDT #21149 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

(Be glad none of you are around me right now. I revert to a whiny whiny child when I don't feel well.)

I so am too. Man, I hate me when I am sick. I am such a pain to be around.


omnis_audis - Jun 02, 2010 5:41:36 pm PDT #21150 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Wow, that lil dude really caused some conversation. First time I took the test, 22. I took it again going for blood, and scored THIRTY FOUR! BooYa!

(I haven't yet figured out how to use the cane while pulling a suitcase without getting totally lopsided)
I push the suitcase. Seems the lugguge I have has enough locking strength that I can push it rather than pull it, and it works fine, except for the big cracks in the sidewalk, and going from floor to carpet. Or, you could hook it on your belt loop on your back (or onto your back pockets) and pull it along.

And, omnis, if you're at a state-run university, I think I know which modules you're slogging through. They really, truly are lethally boring.
I made it through module 2 today before getting distracted with meetings. One more to go before the test!! Woot! Uggg. Then I had a meeting with other production folk, and learned that I *really really* should be using the Oracle calendar, so they know where to find me, and what I'm working on. Fuck me. I don't know what I am working on or where to find me. And the Oracle Calendar bites. iCal and Google Calendars are much better. But, it's nice to know I'm not alone in my feelings for UC purchasing systems.

(No idea why I'm obsessing about waffle irons. For some reason, in the past few days, my brain has decided that pretty much every mention of food will lead to the thought, "I should get a waffle iron.")
You know you want one