Typo: Jesuits, Benedictines, Trappists, Carthusians... pretty much any of the orders that include hermetic orders where followers fast and pray all day...the praying is basically meditation focused on the specific christian divine.
Buffy ,'Chosen'
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.
I have discovered the crack that is Trader Joe's Dark Chocolate Covered Tahitian Vanilla Caramels. Thank god they only come in a 2 oz. package.
Did not need to know about this.
Hi all,
Skipping a bunch more to say that I have now traded a few short emails with my dad, and have spoken on the phone with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma sounded good, which she apparently does sometimes, but she didn't want to have more than a very brief phone conversation (as I expected).
Also, I'm very sorry to hear about your friend, Shir.
Hey, Seanie. Glad you checked in, and that you're talking to your family.
Gronk. Back in NOLA. I need to do a ton of laundry and prep for hunkering down or evacuating. All I want to do is sleep. I am a somewhat hungover and very, very, very tired.
Thank Anne and Erin.
Also, Jilli - insent to Gothic Charm School Email. Don't have your gmail address.
Heh! Everyone always makes out on my couches. No matter which couch it's been I've owned, they're always a make-out magnet!
I'm glad you had fun! I had fun, lots of sangria-soaked fun. As you could see when I moaned and twitched when you tried to communicate in words to me this morning and it...didn't work. I think I said words back, and I hope they were semi-intelligible!
Everyone always makes out on my couches. No matter which couch it's been I've owned, they're always a make-out magnet!I clearly need to visit Strix
I'm sayin' omnis! Last couch I had...at LEAST 6 couples made out or...whatever on it. It was leather, so. And at least two making-out threesomes.
Honey, I don't think it's your couches. I think it's your sangria. Or maybe just your slutty friends.
I've been emailing back and forth for a while with a student who's trying to appeal his grade for a class he took two years ago. This is getting ridiculous.