Oh, Pix-- what a shit sandwich sort of day.
Y'know, whoever's in charge of the program, can we work on Buffista spa for Buffista Island? Pretty please?
'Dirty Girls'
[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.
Oh, Pix-- what a shit sandwich sort of day.
Y'know, whoever's in charge of the program, can we work on Buffista spa for Buffista Island? Pretty please?
The cat peed on the bed last night, my front car window won't roll up, my depression is eating me from my bottom up, and I would rather stab myself in the face than teach in this freaking snake pit today.
But I will be going into work.
Maybe if the fucking sun ever came out, it would help. OH WAIT. I am stuck in a beige box without windows anyway.
BLEARGH.
Sends all the cabana boys to Erin.
My bitchface brings all the boys to the yard...
Oh dear, cabana boys for Erin and for Pix.
Cabana Boys and foofy drinks and lovely massages.
Buffista spa, dammit!
Little paper umbrellas for everyone!
HAH! I love that, Tom!
Chronic Bitchface! At last I have a name for this debilitating condition.