Well, good luck... I just read on FB that DJ Soul Sister had to bail on her radio gig because of the traffic.
You can borrow my bike if you like.
[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.
Well, good luck... I just read on FB that DJ Soul Sister had to bail on her radio gig because of the traffic.
You can borrow my bike if you like.
Eff. Uh, okay, texting you.
I tend to buy my color at Sallys, I think it's Clairol? You have to buy the color and the developer separately and then mix them yourself, which has the advantage that I can mix a red and a brown, or a brown and a gold, or whatever. And I've decided I like the look better too; as it fades my greys start to look like blonde highlights, which means I can go about 8 weeks between color.
Burrell is me.
I use Clariol and 10 volume developer. I could use a stronger and really do more with the gray but I am more invested in healthy hair than hiding every gray. And even my hairdresser says she sees no reason for me to even consider the salon so long as I'm just darkening it a bit and blurring the gray. I am conscientious about doing the roots and waiting before I pull anything through to the ends. I used to be much more careless and she dinged me once. Lesson learned.
Hatul Dog, you have landed on your feet and no mistake. You've got some good humans, there, you lucky dog.
Woo! Watched the parade go by once, waiting for it to come back around. Saw my friends in Skinz and Bonez and scored a beautiful sugar skull mini mask my friend C made. That and a jello shot were my best scores so far.
Puppy hatul!
That's all I got.
Ran into Drama Llama! We were nice to each other. And then another coworker. And now I'm hanging with a friend from OKC at Hard Rock for a lesbian party, and I'm aging rapidly while I wait at the bar.
sounds like a good night, smonster.
Oo, I need to mail you a package! This week, I swears.
Teaching b.org how to say cat in Hebrew - check. My life is now complete.
Well at least your last thoughts before sleepy time are good ones.
They always are, pretty boy. Rawr. (oh, look everyone, popcorn, out of nowhere!)
Ese chatul yafe! (My Hebrew teacher made me learn it. Because that's a phrase that will help me communicate with my family-in-law and persuade them I am not crazy.)
Laughing and laughing at the choice of rational sentence. However, I say "Mi chatul yafe". Mi is who, Ese is what, and animals are considered as humans in Hebrew grammar.
And now. I'm totally rescheduling the entire day because I realized just this morning, while getting up, that it is semester break and that I can go to work when it's convenient and not when it's "not university days" days. Why yes, it did take me time to grasp that notion.
So I've started rewatching Next Gen on a whim (it's been forever). In the first season, they wrote in a bunch of conflicts between the main characters premised on the idea that they didn't know each other very well. I don't remember how it played back when the show was first airing, but now it just reads like everybody being major douchenozzles to each other (especially Wesley) for no apparent reason.