Zen! Don't call me! I'm off to New Orleans until Tuesday and don't need to get up that early. Heh.
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.
OMG and happy birthday to Jilli!
It made you think of me b/c I'm so notoriously not a morning person?
Well, yes, and that Zen calls you to get you up. But in a cheerful way, one presumes.
We are both polite and affable, but neither of us is much up for cheerfulness at that hour.
Just making sure I wasn't missing something. Cannot brane, have teh migraine stupid.
Zen! Don't call me! I'm off to New Orleans until Tuesday and don't need to get up that early. Heh.
Oh, right! Okay, no early-morning announcements of what day it is.
But in a cheerful way, one presumes.
We're cheerful. Yeah.
Happy Jilli Day!
Codeine is only good thing about bronchitis.
Flippin' H! Abby brought home lice for the second time this semester.
Guess who's been doing mounds of laundry and combing through hair and stuff?
ARGH.
Oh, man, I'm sorry Barb. That's a bitch.
Aims is the one with the New Kids on the Block obsession, yeah?
Cash, yes.
I am forced to admit that I either got poison ivy on my foot or have the weirdest case of athlete's foot ever. How I got it when I wear socks and shoes all day at work and haven't been to the poison ivy hellhole in weeks is beyond me. If I recontaminated myself from my shoes, wouldn't I have gotten it on my hands/arms again? ::sigh::