I had some tea with honey, which my mother insists is a magical cure for all respiratory problems. I feel marginally better, I guess. Maybe it's less magic with red tea, but that was all I had.
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
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.
Barb, that sounds like a letter that begs for two responses. The one you send, and the one you'd love to send if you dared.
Barb, that sounds like a letter that begs for two responses. The one you send, and the one you'd love to send if you dared.
No shit, Fred. The one I'd love to send would consist of seven words: "Fuck off and die. No love, Me."
I have been informed, however, that this is perhaps a wee bit lacking in diplomacy.
Oh DCJ ... so much ~~ma to your mom and Ray and you and Andi. Thinking of you lots and lots.
Oh, Barb. She really is as dumb as a box of hair. Or, even worse, assumes that you are.
that this is perhaps a wee bit lacking in diplomacy.
I was thinking along the lines of a three-page letter full of pointed phrases and other assorted snark. The verbal equivalent of a dozen stilettos.
Though your sledgehammer approach works just as well.
Or, even worse, assumes that you are.
This.
Oh my God, oh my God. Grown-up fucking fail.
We forgot to pay the rent.
WE. FORGOT. TO PAY. THE RENT.
The landlord just rang me.
Fuckity fucking shit pile shit cunts. Fuck.
Barb, since she's spending so much time being... so very Tea Party about this ... I gather a new book from her will be forthcoming later rather than sooner? what a PITA.
ugh Jars - I hate that.
Dear darling daughter. you can borrow my shoes, you can wear your grandma's hats, but you may NOT have your ancestors' temper. K? Enjoy that time in your room. Love, momster.
And because a separate post is definitely warranted -
~ma to Ray for DCJ and his mom, and Seska, wreck those assholes.