I was going to do yard work today, but I slept really late for no reason, and now I don't feel like doing anything. My head's all muzzy and it's really bright outside. Meh. I'll grab some food, and maybe feel better in an hour or so.
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'm currently on lunch break from class--have to go back at 1:15 until we're done, hopefully by 4:00. Then, I really should get started on my paper that's due next Saturday when I get home by 5, after I feed my cat, that is. She didn't like that I was reading my textbook this morning, and squeezed in around the book onto my chest for some petting. I ended up putting the book on the couch next to me and tried to read around her head.
Yay on the house, smonster!
Smonster, that's awesome!
Yay smonster! Now I really extra want to plan a trip down there, maybe around halloween.
I am utterly thrilled, smonster!
"I love it when a plan comes together."
Yay, smonster!
IOmeN, why does it never fail that a woman drowning in perfume sits next to me in the theatre? Instant headache.
(Unpacks bottle of Allure from my "Visitin' Barb" bag.)
Fragrance should be SUBTLE, people.
I wish I could afford parfum, as I would like to apply just a soupcon. I try for 1/2 a spritz, but it's almost impossible to achieve.
Oh, cool shower with mint shower gel, and a glass of cold fresh-brewed ice tea with lemon after 2 hours weeding.
THAT'S motherfuckin' rapture, yo.
Woo, smonster!!!
Awesome news, smonster!