Yeah, I know... but 17 emails between Sunday afternoon and Monday evening, and then 24 hours after meeting, still nothing... makes me think he found some reason to not want to see me again. And for once, I don't feel insecure and all "what did I do wrong?" I was awesome, frankly. He should be flinging himself at the door howling to spend more time with me. Figuratively, of course.
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.
Yeah, doing that literally would definitely be a check in the minus column.
Validating, though.
And possibly entertaining.
And clearly excellent fodder for future storytelling.
Especially if there is video and/or pictures.
Hmmm. Zen I can think of a 100 nefarious and legit reasons.
Well, 50, maybe.
ION, I need some critique for my new Wordslinger logo. I love, D, snooty art boy, loves...I just want to get some feedback.
And kind of show it off, maybe.
Profile addy is good!
So. Um. I think I may be the only English teacher in the country with a valid workers' comp claim stemming from Bollywood dancing.
Also, I'm on crutches.
But then you were like, this is a story.
(Eep, get well soon!)
(Sorry, I'm getting ridiculously compulsive about that)
(Ouch, Pix--do you prefer soft tissue damage over bone?)