I could go for a good storm right now. Wash off all the residue of sad and crazy.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Aww, Nora. What's up? Also, co-signed with the caveat that the temp drop below 80 degrees, which it's barely doing at night here.
eta which I know Nora knows, but others may not.
I've realized I need to upload some kitten pics to Flickr, for the non-fb inclined. And David, who we know likes to look at cat pictures in as many digital media as possible.
I has the post-rage sads stemming directly from Fuckface Bobby Fucking Jindal saying he refuses to acknowledge or implement the Affordable Care Act in Louisiana. I am just incensed.
Also, socially overwhelmed/hungover. And hot. And WAH.
He did fucking what? I am so not up on the news, obviously. Now I has a ragesad.
Did you go to the Ave?
And hot
You are hot. Fuckin' hot, I must say. So sayeth me.
No Avenue tonight, I couldn't bear the thought of it. Did have a couple drinks at Bar Tonique though, and ran into a colleague there, which was pretty interesting.
Aw, Aims. Flattery will get you everywhere.
I waggle my eyebrows in your general direction.
Excellent way to send me off to dreamland, gorgeous!
Ahh. I'm sorry that place can be fraught for you.
OKC update: K of the marathon dates texted me to inquire after the kittens but didn't ask to make plans this weekend, nor did I. C I had brunch with Sunday and then we went on a dog-walking date, and I'd like to see where things go, but I'm not sure he feels the same. He's leaving for a two-week work trip to China on July 5th, so it may be a while before I have a better sense. I never messaged B back, the guy who chooses his friends based on looks, and he hasn't persisted, thank goodness. A guy messaged me who looks pretty cute, and we seem to share a lot of the same viewpoints, but the bad joke in his message was a turnoff and it wasn't a fluke, judging by his profile.
And so Okays the Cupid. In conclusion, meh. I still have intense flashes of missing StW, and not finding other guys as cute. Annoying. Our first date was one year ago tomorrow, and we went on three dates that weekend. Feh.