'Dirty Girls'
[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.
Which episode of The Practice? Is it Season 1 because that is unfortunately the only season available on DVD.
sj, I don't know which one it is. I don't even remember what the episode was about. I don't think it's in S1, because I *think* it was after it had been on for a while.
Guns don't kill people, Omar does.
Heh.
sj, I don't know which one it is. I don't even remember what the episode was about. I don't think it's in S1, because I *think* it was after it had been on for a while.
Thanks. Just curious. I am sure I saw it once upon a time before I knew who Aims was.
Guns don't kill people, Omar does.
Indeed.
Jesus, my formerly best friend who has some serious mood issues, and who has "dumped" me before, has taken it upon herself to send me a FB message saying "obviously we are no longer friends." Because that is kind of crazypants, I responded in case that it was a spam thing. Nope, I have taken too long responding to an email about some bad news about a mutual friend so we are no longer friends.
Sigh. I know she's stressing out hard about our (mostly her, I just know L through B) friend's health and is lashing out and I'm probably the safest target because she knows I'm conflict averse and far away and I've already let her pull this shit on me.
It's just sucky and disconcerting and, no matter how much I try to shake it off, it fucking hurts.
Friend divorces suck.
Friends that bring you only stress, better off without. Still sucks, though.
Damn, Nora, that bites. Sounds like you might be better off, but that doesn't stop the hurting. Or, what Zen said.
Had a great day today. StW and I went to brunch at the local clothes-optional predominantly queer country club (I am not making this up). Had to sit out back by the pool, which means we saw a lot of extra bacon and eggs (ba-dum-BUM). Then we drove out of town to a nature preserve and walked about three miles of trails. Back to his for sushi and the first Spiderman movie.
Now I'm back home and need to go to bed! Damn 6:30 am call time. Was not a very productive weekend, oh well. But I chatted with a former colleague who's moved on to making props and asked him to keep me in mind if he hears of a similar opportunity. Long days but lots of overtime and pays better than what I was doing and damn sure better than being an extra.
StW and I went to brunch at the local clothes-optional predominantly queer country club (I am not making this up).
I can back this up. Country Club in the Bywater, yes?
Totes. He was rueing that he can't be a member anymore. Too much chance of running into residents and interns, with resulting awkwardness and unseemliness.
StW and I went to brunch at the local clothes-optional predominantly queer country club (I am not making this up).
Damn, I am moving to New Orleans.