I was going to post about the unproductive morning I've had so far, but as soon as I started to type I got sideswiped by a truckload of work! No fair!
'Help'
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.
Tino was totally driving that truckload. Assface.
Dear Appraiser Guy: Please to not be early when I stayed up until 3AM cleaning my apartment (which, to be fair, was not your fault because I stayed at M's surprise party until 12:30, then had to drive two people home). But, you were really nice, so it's cool.
My place is still cleaner than it's been in a while. Maybe I should have someone over.
I would come over but I'm painting my bathroom tonight.
Paint with primer built in = love.
So, it seems Vortex is having us all for supper tonight. I'll bring some wine.
I will (hopefully) be adding more in the near future, but in the meantime: my baby masters technology. [link]
Technically, instant noodles are Japanese.
Didn't quite what I had in mind, but fair enough.
And now... my darlings, I'm so very happy to report I'll have social life! this weekend. So I better get up and get ready for them.
As for myself, in a perfect world where I could give up coffee and chocolate, I'd do so.
See, I think in a perfect world, there would never be any reason to give up either.
signed, Drinking My Coffee Right Now
I sit corrected.
~ma for you, ND.
I'm in one of those moods where I'm just stunningly pissed at stupid people, both in my immediately vicinity and at the macro level. RAQ SMASH!!!!