Kat, can you repost your project for Limeades? I vote at home, but I should be voting from work as well, and I can't find your project.
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.
Dear universe: Step the fuck off. Seriously.
Aims, here's the plan: You guys need to move to DC. There are a bunch of jobs here. And some Buffistas. IJS.
I have a couch and a futon. And a 5 year old niece, so there's a built in friend. I like this plan.
I just freaking painted this place!!
And funnily enough, I just said to Joe, "Well, we're both unemployed again. Where shall we move this time?"
Aims, Nov 1 deadline: [link]
Aww Sparky!! Sadly, not done with the undergrad yet.
Jesus, Aims, fuck that shit. Fuck it in the ear hole.
World? Stop being an ass. It's unbecoming.
Does anyone else kind of tense up whenever someone asks or demands of the universe to stop piling the crap on? Because sometimes it seems to me that the Universe's response to that is to pile higher. It's like a tv character saying "What could go wrong?" on a Tuesday night - Eeeep, no!
Oh, Aimee, I`m so sorry.
Does anyone else kind of tense up whenever someone asks or demands of the universe to stop piling the crap on? Because sometimes it seems to me that the Universe's response to that is to pile higher.
Yeah, maybe. But I think it's more likely the universe would respond with indifference.
A man said to the Universe: "Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
- Stephen Crane