'Serenity'
[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.
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.
You know what's kind of awkward? Sitting and watching a travel show with your mom wherein the host consumes a fish head and then says "Everyone needs more good head in their lives." (Which is okay...Bourdain being Bourdain. And Mom and I used to watch SATC all the time so it's not like the phrase is foreign. But my mom is a hippie mom so...) Quite frankly, I could do without my mom's "Anything you want to talk about, sweetie?" face at such moments. You know? Especially since her advice to me is more like "Boys suck...throw rocks at them," than anything I could ever really use.