Oh dear, cabana boys for Erin and for Pix.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
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.
Thanks everyone for the kind words yesterday. Today is going to be a better day, I so decree. I stayed up until 3am finishing an urban fantasy series I've been addicted to this past week (Karen Moning's Fever series=CRACK!), slept in until 10:30, and now am going to say screw getting the official approval from the insurance company--I'm getting a rental.
And because it deserves its own post, Chronic Bitchface is AWESOME.
My favorite part of Chronic Bitchface is the bit where there are bluebirds tying ribbons in her hair in how she feels. Hee.