Happy Belated, Laga!
And Happy Birthday, Anne! Let there be cake! On fire!
[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.
Happy Belated, Laga!
And Happy Birthday, Anne! Let there be cake! On fire!
I still prefer Nine to Ten.
I keep going back and forth. I think when I'm watching nine, he's my favorite; when I'm watching ten, he is. Oh wait, 2nd favorite. I will always love four.
I will always love four.
Oh, well, yes, Four rules above all. But in this current age, Nine's my man.
I need somebody to convince me that going grocery shopping tonight is a good idea, because then I'll have food for tomorrow. Or to convince me that going grocery shopping tomorrow after work is a good idea, because the grocery store is closer to work than to home, so I won't have to make an extra trip. Either one, really. I just need to get over this state of indecision.
go grocery shopping after work tomorrow, but make the list tonight so you don't overspend in a post-work munchie daze.
I love whichever Doctor is on screen at the time. Except for Six. Euugh.
Overpasses cross other roads or possibly railroads. Bridges cross rivers, streams, and chasms. So say I.
re: bridges--you've also got viaducts, for when you want to be fancy.
This makes sense to me, but I cannot get my mind around what, precisely a viaduct is. People keep using the word to describe things I would consider bridges, where really you only need a small bridge, but for some reason, someone decided that the road should stay level in spite of the landscape's obstinate insistence on descending on one side of the watery bits, then ascending again on the other side.
go grocery shopping after work tomorrow, but make the list tonight so you don't overspend in a post-work munchie daze.
I've already got the list. Tomorrow is starting to seem like a better idea -- I'm tired.
And make sure you plan for something EASY to make when you get home from the store, because after work and after grocery, I have zero desire to make something involving more than 5 minutes prep.
I wish I could go grocery shopping before work, since I don't need to be in until 1 tomorrow, but I think that all the produce would freeze if I left it in my car all afternoon.
Dear New-ish Co-worker:
Remember the first time you worked with me, how you were so busy trying to convince me that you are already so awesome at this job that you could stand to teach me a thing or three? I don't suppose you remember me trying to explain a few things to you that I consider important enough to mention, but gave up because it was too hard to get more than three words in, edgewise? Yeah. That little thing you couldn't figure out today, that was one of the things you couldn't shut up long enough to hear.
I realize that your manner of constantly talking about how awesome you are as a worker, a student, and a mother, is your way of trying to get me to like you. But it isn't working out quite as effectively as you might hope.
No Strong Feelings of Any Kind For You,
Me