etiquette question. Is it kosher to pimp my sisters business in Buffistas?
Anya ,'Get It Done'
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.
And I'll do the same for JZ.
Why don't you dandy yourself up at the same time and join the fun?
Yeah, that's the trouble with having lots of sex. All the showering you have to do, and the washing of sheets, and the risky business of unstable surfaces, and the rug burn, and the broken crockery... Yeah, it's just not worth it. Gosh, glad I'm not doing *that* anymore.
Zen for the win. Or, err, not. But I wholly sympathize with the sentiment.
You need more shelf space.
::whimpers::
I know. I'm sitting here debating the merits of buying another 3x3 bookcase to stack on the one in the area just outside the door to the room.
And I'm thinking of mounting some more shelves in the closet.
I may have a slight problem.
There can never be enough shelving.
I might have the same problem.
Why don't you dandy yourself up at the same time and join the fun?
Emmett's not ready to babysit Matilda.
Though megan might be talked into it...
Is it kosher to pimp my sisters business in Buffistas?
It would not bother me. But maybe you would do well to corner a Stompy about it.
Say, smonster, would it be too much like unsolicited internet advice if I inquired about the foster cat's diet? Harvey had some IBS-type issues as a youngster, and finding the right foods (or more specifically, which foods to avoid) did him a world of good. You don't have to answer, but if you and/or your roommate would like to converse on the topic, I'm here.
Speaking of Harvey, we're all really basking in the love y'all sent for him.
Yay for omnis being a finalist!
Yay for Hil's interview!
Yay for Drew's work lined up, not so yay for having to be on the other side of the continent from his new wife.
I seem to have inadvertently started a New Yorker cover collection.
I would have one. If Steve didn't use them to wrap presents. But I actually love that he uses them for that purpose. So I suppose I will never have a framed collection.
I am endeavouring to go through all of my travel photographs and decide on a few that are worthy of framing and hanging. You'd think that would be fun, but instead it's making me realize how few photos I have that aren't trying to capture something and failing.
I saw The Blind Side tonight and it was pretty much what I thought it would be. Sandra Bullock sold it, though. I think she's greatly underrated. Not a memorable dramatic actor, but a damned fine entertainer with deft comedic timing.
I hate hate hate my upstairs neighbor. She just got finished screaming her lungs out at her daughter for making a little noise, and she is quite obviously very very drunk.
Sleep fail.
Though the past day 1/2 I've been a nap whore so I guess I'm catching up despite being supposed to be sleeping now. Storm is howling outside. We aren't at home, having armtwisted me away from job for some much needed R&R. Predictably, job is not appreciative, but I needed the break badly. See: napwhore. I'm totally not sure of my career path or what I want to happen next now that I've stepped away from the work onslaught & startup brainset for a moment. Ugh.
Glad Harvey is home. Wishing much more good job news on the way for omnis & hil and everyone who needs it. Gorgeous office barb! There was more. Sparky did you get the photo you needed?
SOX!!!!