I like my coffee like I like my soul, black and bitter.
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.
Sean! Did you see the Playhouse news? They're emerging from bankruptcy and will be mounting a show in the fall. Don't know much more than that.
When I make homemade mayonnaise, which is related in name only to bottled mayonnaise, I use the food processor or mixer. I do not have wrists of steel. (I remember my grandmother whipping egg whites on a platter with a flat whisk.)
I did see the Playhouse news, Pix. I'm glad, but I'm curious who gets their jobs back, and just how much is going to change. But I'm glad it will be starting back up.
When I used to drink my coffee black, it was always "black like my heart". I now have cream and sugar in my heart.
I wonder if that's better than in your spleen?
I now have cream and sugar in my heart.
I think there's a pill for that.
woot! I have bent the salon to my will! I will be trying a new colorist at my next appointment.
Amazing how quickly they caved when I said I'd go to another salon if they didn't.
I have to save room in my spleen for all the magic.
Good luck with the new colorist, Toddson!
Go Todd!