She saved my sanity this Christmas, no lie. Or at least saved me from accepting my friend Carla's offer to go to his house and punch him in the face. (What? She was already going to be in town and had some time on her hands.)
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.
You people are making me want to be nail polish, which will just sit in my bathroom closet because I suck at doing my own nails.
ION, I keep tripping over my own two feet today, nothing hurt but my pride.
(emerging from an epic skip-and-skim)
hello all! happy birthday to MM and anyone else I've missed.
And Jilli ... I think I'm the one who sent the notepad.
Happiest Birthday to Joe!
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I am so enraged and frustrated that I'm about to burst into tears and/or stab myself. The last time there was this much drama over a piece of fucking jewelry, there were orcs involved.
(My mom has called six times today. Once in the morning, twice when I got to work, three times during a meeting. Picking up this fucking locket is clearly a matter of life and fucking death. Picking up the phone, however, will just make this day worse than it already is since I have concocted multiple horrible things to say to her.)
Happy Birthday MM.
Now get back to work on that teleporter.
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Thanks, Plei! Unfortunately, I am now less inclined to get it, now that she's described as emerald green. I liked it for its allegéd blue/turquoiseness. feh.
Polter, can't you get her to at least leave it be while you're at work? I'm surprised that she would interfere with that.
P-C, you could tell her that if she keeps calling you at work you will lose your job and won't be able to support a wife.