Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
[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.
I have now hooked my roommate on BSG
I'm doing a rewatch at the moment - currently have the season three finale on. Haven't yet managed to get The Girl interested. She's a bit nervous of 'proper' sci-fi. (She does not include Star Trek: TNG in this definition.)
Well, M may have hurled on you, amyth, but she peed on me! So there! Or something. (kidding, you know I'm not in that competition oh god don't kill me)
Spoke to bonny. Still drugged and groggy, but surprisingly cogent. People! Infections are scary! Go see a doctor!
I should go home. I'm getting riled up and all I can do is look at all the Saints' pictures on Dear New Orleans [link]
Be careful what you wish for, smonster. She has also had explosive poos all over her parents and grandparents. It's truly a wondrous time. (I would never kill you! Do I sound that psycho? I was being facetious. Mostly.)
I'm glad to hear the bonny is on the mend.
I just checked the TV schedule to make sure I was getting tonight's game live. Which I am.
(no, I was being mostly facetious as well.)
I was all set to go to this phtotgraphy exhibit opening, but now I'm all pooped and punking out. Need to fix myself some dinner. Oooh, eggs.
Hee. I am excited for tonight's game, too. But we will miss it live, because we're all at rehearsal. But we're Tivoing, and our main guy and drummer are coming over after rehearsal to watch together. So I'm vaguely cleaning the house. I know they don't care because they're twenty-something dudes, but still.
I got a lot done in the office reorg today, amazingly, because I felt like all I did was jack around online all day. But the living room staging area is now reduced to the couch staging area, and the office closet now contains stuff it should contain instead of stuff that I will never need to look at again, ever, which is in the attic. Yay.
I still have probably seven bins of paper to actually go through, but it is super old and will mostly be shred pile, I think.
Damn, I don't even like football and y'all are making me want to watch the game.
What time is the game?
I was supposed to meet someone for coffee, but the coffee shop had gone out of business. So we went to a Cajun restaraunt for drinks. Now for fried oysters!