Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[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.
SO charming. Can you feel the love?
It sounds like our bedroom in the old house, which was shag carpet over *BERBER PRINTED* vinyl over 1962 newspapers over the original worn fir floor.
We lived with the thrashed fir + room size rug until we moved out, then installed laminate over it before we listed. (Sell, house, sell!)
Still awake. 22 hours. Blearghhhh.
I lurves hardwood.
Um, if I had an IV twice a day, I would be not one whit worried about my coworkers. "Look! NEEDLE! Not coming in!" I am amazed at your fortitude; I'd be a big crying baby that whines like a whiny thing.
That's why I said it, to spare you the trouble!
see, that's love right there!
Happy Birthday, Andi!!!
Ugh. Long Beach airport: curse you for your convenience, accessibility, and hideous ambiance. All the charm of a mildewy florescent-lit doublewide. I'm rather astonished it hasn't floated off or been blown away with the recent weather. Why does this airport not even have a restaurant? Or a dark corner where i might nap? Curses. I think i've been spoiled by the pleasance of PDX and the Costa Mesa airport.
eta: at least there's free wifi.
Scrappy, knowing where you work I wouldve been soooo tempted to take today as a sick day. Are they doing lots of protests and pray in and stuff?
Now I really want cherry almond Ginger scones. Hey, iPhone autocapd Ginger!
Um, other stuff. Like, I'm still all "ooh barb is nearby! Is she enjoying the mountains??"
I should go work on my dissertation, or something. Really don't feel like it.
if I had an IV twice a day, I would be not one whit worried about my coworkers. "Look! NEEDLE! Not coming in!"
In this I am Erin.
All this talk of hardwood floors is making me envious. I'm almost ready to buy a condo just so I can get away from the coffee-stained beige carpet that's been in every apartment I've lived in since 1992. OK, so the coffee stains didn't come with the apartments. But the coffee spillage is fairly inevitable, so I'd like a nice, dark-stained hardwood floor that I could a) wipe the coffee off of and b) not notice the stains if they dry there.
Just upfront, I acknowledge this is errant bigotry and small-mindedness and disrespectful etc.
I don't like Texans. Particularly the ones who call in for help. 98% of them do not seem to have the intelligence to work their computers and our program. Calling me "ma'am" does not make up for an inability to follow instructions. This does not cover the ones who seem to revel in their "charming lack of sophistication" and apparent casual approach to education.
To his credit, my current caller did everything right and falls in the 2 percent who have only my close-mindedness to deal with. But everyone I've talked to this morning has been from Texas.
I've probably offended all the Texan Buffistas, and I'm sorry. I hope my statistical universe is non-typical.
Georgians and Carolinans are fun, though. And the Louisianas are always delighted that I can pronounce the names from there. But if I get too many more snotty Northeasterners, there may be words. I may be *in* Utah, but I am not *of* Utah.
How about Midwesterners, Connie?