Joyce ,'Never Leave Me'
[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.
Nora, I hope you aren't too sore from your fall.
I need to get my former college (that I did not graduate from) to stop sending me mailings. I have called several times, but to no success. I get one of these seemingly harmless postcards, and, without fail, a few nights later I will wake up from an anxiety dream in which my jaw has been clenched so tightly that I ended up with a headache for the rest of the day and with my heart racing.
I give my college the "nothing much" they gave me. Mike Love can suck it.
sj, send them a change of address form! That's what I did, to route their mail back to my mom's house. It worked for a few years, then they found me again.
sj, send them a change of address form! That's what I did, to route their mail back to my mom's house. It worked for a few years, then they found me again.
I started getting this because when Mom sold her house last year, she sent in a change of address form to the post office for me; if I tried to send them back to Mom's current address, I don't think stepdad would be happy about it.
I finally sat down to work on some much avoided financial paperwork today and got so overwhelmed, I'm now watching an episode of the West Wing.
In Season 1 Episode 22, President Bartlet is planning to watch a women's softball game...one of the teams mentioned is my undergrad alma mater.
1) How did such an obscure school get that kind of notice?
2) Why do I feel compelled to share this with you?
See above: overwhelm, I guess.
1) How did such an obscure school get that kind of notice?
Somebody in the writer's room went there.
Heh. No doubt.
University of the Pacific, represent.
I say this with zero filial loyalty. Yet, hey, familiar.
I was supposed to go to a wake tonight, but I have been ordered by my family not to go because apparently my hometown is a big mess that has not been plowed sufficiently. The plan was to grab dinner with my family after the wake. So, instead of cooking, I am cashing in a Christmas gift from TCG which was an IOU for dinner and a margarita at our local Mexican restaurant.
I just took a look at the new dogs listed on the shelter website. One of them is a 115-pound Mastiff who is afraid of other dogs. I think this is practically the definition of "not the dog for me."
You could saddle that thing up and save money on gas.