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!
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.
I believe it's 7:30 CST. Pregame stuff before that.
Yes, I get pregame stuff starting in about half an hour.
Damn, I don't even like football and y'all are making me want to watch the game.
The Buffistas have much power, but they don't have that much power.
I am insane research girl when it comes to cancer, so I always want technical details. Most of that comes from my wanting to help, but not knowing how and not being very good at the whole social cues thing.
I feel horribly selfish, but I wish I could have one damn day without the current family drama sucking up hours of time, particularly time in useless phone calls. Yes, I am an introvert. Yesterday was a couple of hours of drama and a couple of hours of unpaid tech support. I have no money. I have to do marketing stuff. I wish the peoples to go away.
Calli, which shop?
Papa Mojo's, in RTP.
Oh, okay. Phew.
Sorry about the intrusive demanding peoples, Ginger.
We are on our way to watch. I just realized I can't sit next to Jon at the bar or I will slap the crap out of his vaccine spot.
Eek, Ginger. I hope you find a politic way to enforce your boundaries with family.