'Objects In Space'
[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.
Bless the city council rep, bonny.
ETA: That's not an order, but I'm not sure which is cuter, the city council rep having that automatic response which led to your happy recovery of your car, or your bff's introversion stopping the side-splitting laughter.
No kidding. His being actually helpful may just lead me to let go of a grudge I've had against him for a while. I don't need it. I suppose I can give it up.
That's not an orderActually I AM taking it as an order. Both from you and from the big U. If ya know what I mean.
from the big U. If ya know what I mean.
Have you been taking orders from the University of California for a long time?
ducks
I have been cleaning and cleaning because I have this notion, completely unsupported by my past actions, that if I get the house in some sort of order, I can get the rest of my life in some sort of order this year. It's a triumph of optimism over experience. I swear the miracle of the loaves and fishes has nothing on my dining room table. I've been taking things off it for three weeks, yet it's still covered with stuff.
Have you been taking orders from the University of California
bahaha.
As a Californian, I acknowledge that UC might be the center of the Universe, but that isn't where the call came from.
if I get the house in some sort of order, I can get the rest of my life in some sort of order this year
I subscribe to the same notion. I really do believe the Universe rewards order, but, quite apart from any mystical leanings, I think environmental calm breeds emotional calm and intellectual clarity.
I got home, turned on the heat, changed into pajamas, and lay down for a nap that ended up being five hours. Getting slightly concerned about being so tired lately. But I woke up to my apartment finally warm, and now I'm boiling water for spaghetti for dinner and trying to get used to typing on the little keyboard on my netbook. I think I'm getting the hang of it.
This is an overhead shot from my friend M's wedding in December on Vomo Island. Just gorgeous.
divorces DH so we can remarry in Fiji.
I swear the miracle of the loaves and fishes has nothing on my dining room table. I've been taking things off it for three weeks, yet it's still covered with stuff.
Heh. Yeah, my dresser is similarly miraculous.
Ooo, my coffee table does that. I've been trying to clean it off for three weeks