'The Killer In Me'
[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.
all righty, now that it's the new year and Christmas in New Orleans has passed, and it's time to go back to our crap jobs, we must turn our attention westward! we must 1- sell our house and 2- find jobs.
However, it's so much easier to give into entropy! Bah.
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.
That's my storage heap room. It sometimes spontaneously manifests new clothing for me, clothing that I know I never purchased! (Yes, this part of the reason I've been so loath to totally clean and organize it.)
This is the room hip deep in crinolines, no?
It's not a storage room, it's a Tardis.
It's a gateway to another reality, where another Jilli very similar to our own wears clothes very similar to our Jilli's as well. Occasionally an article of clothing Crosses Over.
This is the room hip deep in crinolines, no?
Er, not quite so much anymore? But yeah, that's the room.
It's a gateway to another reality, where another Jilli very similar to our own wears clothes very similar to our Jilli's as well. Occasionally an article of clothing Crosses Over.
Huh. I wonder if that Jilli has more pairs of Fluevogs than me, and if any of them will turn up in my room. That would be awesome!
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.
Our dining table was completely cleaned off after our NYD party thanks to help from the fabulous vw, but now it is completely covered in newspapers, notebooks, pens, etc.
Daniel is my hero. He just replaced a battery in my car. It was -9F (-23C) when he started. It was -11F (-24C) when he finished. While he was working on that, I had chicken and potatoes in the oven for him. He is now ensconced on the sofa with blankets and Harvey and a mug of hot chocolate.
huh. one of my girlfriend's is preggo.
I dunno quite how to explain how weird this is -- she's not married and living with her bf, and she and I have been "the single friends" for...ever.
And now, I had a NYE party with my bf and my maybe-stepson and Jen is pregnant.
It's...over. I'm really a grown-up? We all are? All married or with some kind of committment. I dunno what's over, but it is.
This is not bad, but it is...weird.
Huh.
It's a weird day indeed when you realize that your glory days of snorting cocaine off of hookers' asses are behind you.