May that trickle lead to a flow.
I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.
[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.
May that trickle lead to a flow.
I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.
Great news, Seska!
{{Anne}}
I finished 102 job applications.
Hil, I am so in awe of your job-application-fu.
Once I got everything organized, it was much easier. The annoying ones that I finished up today were the ones where I need to submit all the application materials through the school's website, which means I have to retype all my info for each one.
Yay, Hil! Good for you.
I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.
I'm tearing up for you at the thought. Truly. So much of the time love gets the better of people.
Yay Seska!
The only thing I know about television concussions is that whatever weird thing you do after getting smacked on the noggin (usually amnesia, but sometimes an accent or thinking you're Mr. Howell, occasionally blindness) gets un done when you get whapped again -- often in comically similar circumstances.
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
Dang. In real life, we never get the fun concussions.
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
And that one comes with superstrength!
My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.
Yay!
{{Anne}}
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
And that one comes with superstrength!
I'm pretty sure Nadine had the superstrength before the amnesia.
My slightly annoying news of the day: the chair I ordered got lost in shipping somewhere. The customer care person wanted to know if I wanted to reorder. I told him/her (it's via email) that I'd be happy to reorder if it was at the same sale price and my payment for the first order could be applied to it. S/he is going to look into that. It's not like the chair's the only thing that's going to keep my butt from the carpet, but it's still a tad irritating that they can't keep track of a freakin' recliner. I mean, Amazon regularly ships me books 1/100th the size of the chair, and they haven't lost one yet.