'Shindig'
[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.
I think I'm going to randomly drill holes in things and see if it helps.
No, I theoretically was going to take a break from computer arguing to finish a raised bed outside. A raised bed I was planning to put together with screws. I even looked where the drill is supposed to be, although that's really a long shot. I remember seeing it in some odd place and thinking "I should put that up." I have a 1,300-square-foot one-story house and I spend my life looking for things.
Oh, I'm already past my expiration date. It's a wonder a woman would be even remotely interested in marrying me.
Oh, no doubt! You're curdled, like manmilk...
Ah Spokane. I was just threatening to take Kristin there to visit so she could see where I lived for five years.
My brother lived there for five years or so and my parents kept trying to tell me that it was "quite nice." I didn't buy it. He lives in Seattle now so I am MUCH more likely to visit. My parents are with him at the moment.
So far today I have paid two overdue bills (and created a reminder so maybe it won't happen again), made two doctor's appointments, and processed a bunch of paper and emails to put shit on my to-do list. The list is daunting, but my desk is clearer, so yay. Now I have 3.5 hours to do something for an 8 am meeting tomorrow (CURSE YOU, SCHEDULING PERSON) that I should have been working on weeks ago.
Off to wash some dishes so I can eat so I can tackle this shit.
So my class went out for dinner tonight. And then to a bar. There's a slight chance that I am terribly drunk on a Monday and have class in like seven hours. I am so the classiest person ever, yes? ::bag over head in shame::
zuisa, it's EXPECTED. If you don't go to class still drunk at least once, they don't let you graduate.
I was getting tired last night, but it was still light out so I kept thinking, "Oh, it's early, it's not bedtime yet." I looked at my watch and it was nearly 10. Then I remembered the Solstice. I've been curious to see how light it would be at 5 AM on Sundays when I go to work, but I still needed my headlights. The birds were sure singing their little butts off, though.
If you don't go to class still drunk at least once, they don't let you graduate.
Oops, I think I forgot that.
Have gone to class hung-over, of course.
There's a slight chance that I am terribly drunk on a Monday and have class in like seven hours. I am so the classiest person ever, yes? ::bag over head in shame::
oh please! Going to class drunk is a rite of passage. And provides endless amusement later when you try to read your notes!
Going to class drunk is a rite of passage.
One I missed. I only went to parties on Fridays and Saturdays, and very rarely drank to impairment. I was designated "What did I do last night?" reporter.
Drink a lot of water. Try not to answer any questions.